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Helping Vietnam Veterans
Looking to spread the word on this amazing event. If you know Vietnam Veterans, please invite them.
We are in need of volunteers to line our red carpet as we welcome Vietnam Veterans as they arrive.
Thank you!
The United States Vietnam War Commemoration Program is an important way to honor these veterans. Please come and learn more about the program. All welcome!
Blue Star Mothers of Northern Virginia- Please join a newly created FB Group called Blue Star Mothers (VA-5) Members Only. This private group will allow us to discuss privately upcoming events, planning, etc. Once you request to join, an administrator will confirm you are a member of VA-5 and will approve you to join. Looking forward to connecting with everyone in VA-5! We have some wonderful and impactful things planned for this year! Michaela
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2554838317887987/
To my fellow Blue Star Moms
THE MAKING OF A MILITARY MOM~
When the good Lord was creating mothers, he was into his fifth day of overtime.
An angel appeared and said, “You’re having a lot of trouble with this one. Why not use the standard model?”
And the Lord replied, “Have you seen the specifications on this order? Give birth to a child that will become one of my warriors; instill values of duty, honor, and country into them from birth while teaching them to be compassionate and loving; safeguard this treasure through flu, sickness, cuts and scrapes knowing that she can’t be with them when country calls; embrace them but let go of her precious gift to perfect strangers; brighten their day when all seems confused not knowing the pain they are enduring; have the patience of a saint when waiting for them to return home; and have two sets of shoulders to handle the weight of both love and uncertainty.”
The angel shrugged slowly looking down and said, “two sets of shoulders… no way!”
And the Lord answered, ”Don’t worry, we’ll make other military mothers to help carry the burden. Besides it’s not the shoulders that are causing the problem, it’s the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of separation, beat on steadily when it’s too worried to do so and be large enough to say, “I Understand” when it doesn’t.
“Lord,” said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. “Come to bed… finish this tomorrow!”
“I can’t,” said the Lord. ”I’m so close to creating something special and unique. Already I have one who heals herself from within; can send joy a thousand miles away in just a small box; able to cheer them up with one phone call and can wave good-bye from a pier, a car or off a runway and understand that it is important to her country that they leave.”
The angel circled the model of the military mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But tough,” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure.”
“Can it think?”
“Can it think? It can home school if need be”
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?” asked the angel.
“It’s for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!”
“You are a genius,” sighed the angel.
The Lord looked somber and replied, “I didn’t put it there."
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