Thank you Heather for allowing me to blog with you today!
I often get asked about my strong heroines.
All my life I’ve been surrounded by strong-willed women. My mother managed to raise four Alpha sons and two, take-no-bull daughters. Yes, there were six of us. We all quickly learned the value of doing whatever it took to get the job done because if we didn’t do it, it wouldn’t happen.
Military wives have to be the same way. When our husbands are deployed, or even if they are TDY for few weeks, we have to be in charge of everything. It takes a very strong woman to take the reins from an Alpha and an even stronger one to give them back when he returns.
Macho Marine and I have been married for thirty-five years and we have passed that control back and forth so often we now do it seamlessly…most of the time.
He’s Alpha to the core and the Corps. Did you know that Alphas attract Alphas? Most of our long-time friends are Alphas and their wives are some of the strongest women I know. We have to be to put up with them, and keep them under some semblance of control. Fortunately, they love us.
It’s my theory that Alphas need a strong woman and that’s why in my stories you will never find weak, needy women as heroines. I’m sorry, but I just can’t relate to them so I can’t write them into my characters. Mentally strong, emotionally resilient, get the job done attitude describes all my best friends who are also military wives.
Our strength is tested constantly. We are the ones who paste on a reassuring smile and kiss our husbands goodbye, knowing it may be the last time we taste them on our lips, feel their strong arms around us, pulling us to them as we imprint their toned bodies into our memories. We verbally assure them, and ourselves, that we can handle things at home, alone, and will keep the fires burning only for them.
We show Daddy’s picture to our children every day and pray for him as we tuck our little ones into bed, begging God to keep him safe. When they ask “When will Daddy be home?” we can’t give them a date because too often we have no idea. If we do happen to know, we can’t tell them because children don’t understand Operational Security. Then we call the plumber when the toddler flushes a plastic dinosaur down the toilet because she wants her Daddy, and Mommy just won’t do.
Military wives are so much like their husbands in their resilient fortitude; they do what they have to do to get the job done, because they are the only ones who can. When Daddy’s gone, no one else is going to take out the garbage, change the light bulb, check the oil in the car, and hold the crying toddler—or teenager—when the world seems like more than they can handle. Then they go to a cold bed and pray once again their beloved husband is safe. The next day they do it all over again, many while holding down full-time jobs or going to school.
They bear the weight of their world alone and put on a supportive smile when he Skypes from half-way around the world. He doesn’t need to know the details of yesterday’s teen meltdown or that his buddy’s wife is cheating. He just wants reassurance that his own wife has everything handled until he returns and that his family still loves him.
And when he does come home, she’s expected to step out of the roles of family Chief Executive Officer, Chief Financial Officer, Manager of Human Relations as well as Chief cook and folding fairy, and turn the family reins back over to him…right after she morphs into tiger-wife and satisfies his (and her) needs in bed.
In my stories, the heroines are strong women, like the ones I know in real life. This is why I dedicate my books to military wives…as well as the women who actively serve our country, but they are a blog for a different day.
Because of my affiliation with the military, I was able to convince my publisher to offer a 15% military discount on my new book, Explosive Combination.