It has been two months since I joined the ranks of IDF mothers, specifically combat mothers. I am still new, still training to be the supportive role I need to be while learning ropes I never thought I could climb. This tribute is for all the mothers who came before me, those who are on this road with me, and the ones who will follow. To you, I say: Happy Mother’s Day, my brave mothers-in-arms.

Becoming a soldier’s mother changes you.

Because to be a soldier’s mother is to become a rock with soft edges, a solid place to crash with a warm embrace.

To be a soldier’s mother is to wait all day for a two-minute call, never knowing if it will be before bedtime, nearly midnight, or not at all, so you sleep with one eye open and your ringer on.

To be a soldier’s mother is to smile on video chat as they pack their gear on Saturday, then hold your breath........

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