I am a police officer’s wife.
We prayed together about the application process which included psychological evaluations, physicals, fitness tests, character witnesses, background checks, references and multiple rounds of interviews and assessments.
I am a police officer’s wife. I celebrated when he got the call that he was accepted into the academy even though it meant nine months of training, early morning classes, late nights of studying, weekends preparing equipment, stressful tests that determined your future, constant scrutiny and always being evaluated physically, mentally and emotionally to push you until you break then would dismiss you immediately if you did. You learned to handle the pressure. You learned not to break.
I am a police officer’s wife. I threw a party for his class the night they received their badges. They remembered the times of bonding and learning and growing as they were trained to do this job of criminal justice. They discussed their new locations, hours, trainers and divisions before all going their separate ways knowing they would be connected for life. An experience never to be forgotten.
I am a police officer’s wife. I hug him through a bullet proof vest when he leaves the house, consider his guns as work tools, sleep alone as he works nights, endure black out curtains as normal living, eat meals with him when I can knowing he is not always home for dinner, suffer through weekends and holidays alone and am constantly aware his shift could change at any time including his days off, location and job description. As he gets new promotions, he goes right back to the bottom of the list with the worst days off and odd hours and all that is a reward for being successful. My son and I always hug, kiss and tell him we love him as we know with his job that good bye could always be the last…for real.
I am a police officer’s wife. I refuse to watch the news as it is safer for me not to know, recognize he probably leaves out the bad parts of every story, can never sneak up on him unannounced, get jolted in my sleep when he yells out during a nightmare, strategically plan where I sit in a restaurant so he can face the door, a good day at work includes a chase or robbery or arresting a felon, being terrified when he does not answer the phone when I call or comes home late. I question his pride but realize that pride and quick decision making is what brings him home in the morning.
I am a police officer’s wife and I honor that he is doing what he loves and trust God’s protection over him at all times knowing he is safer in God’s will doing a dangerous job than he could ever be out of it doing a safe job. I treat him like the hero that he is in our four walls knowing outside of them he is cursed out, spit on, disrespected, and threatened by people that called him for help.
I am a police officer’s wife and know not every officer is good, but my husband is or tries to be along with all the other amazing people that are willing to die with him or for him in his field. It is a family that sticks together even under attack and for that I am a proud woman. I am a police officer’s wife and I would not have it any other way.