Letter from the wife of an Orleans Police Officer who asked to remain anonymous...
To the Police Officer’s wife,
I don’t know you. We’ve never met - but we are family. We’ve watched the men we love walk the turbulent, often difficult and exhausting path of Law Enforcement. We’ve helped them study and memorize, we’ve helped them wash the pepper spray from their eyes, we’ve pinned badges and celebrated their entry into the field as we quiet the fear in our hearts...because our pride is just too big for the “what if’s” we know are far too real.
We’ve remained silent through the times they just need our presence and we are a voice of reason when their faith gets shaken. We’ve cried for them after learning of their calls for domestic situations, accidents and other sadness. We’ve felt anger for the woman who yelled “get off your phone!”as she drove by, when our men were simply checking on how preschool drop off went...because they haven’t seen their four year old in three days.
We’ve yelled, screamed and hit pillows over canceled plans, date nights that have become cold pizza in the fridge and we’ve packed the kids for the cookout we must attend alone. We’ve put babies to bed with a kiss big enough to make up for daddy’s absence on Christmas Eve, Birthdays and bad days. We’ve sent videos, pictures and FaceTimes for the proud moments our police officers miss. We leave voicemails, sometimes just to hear their voice before that beep. We are breakfast, lunch and dinner alone - we are cold sheets in a very big bed. We are bath time, story time and often a missed shower wine cork pop when we finally have a minute, alone. We are a five on, three off type of life. Weekends aren’t Friday through Sunday, they are when our officer’s grueling schedule says so. We know our husband’s coworkers by their last names, by the sandwich or water bottle handed out the car window, by their tired smiles at the traffic light detail people often drive too fast through - we know we trust them with our love’s life.
We have a pride being a police wife; we have a pride bigger than life to be a part of this Blue Line family; we hold our heads up as we take in another shift change, another double, another overtime. We pack coolers, apply sunscreen and leave “BE SAFE” notes. When I wash and iron my husband’s uniform I feel something few understand. We are police wives. So, police wife, I am honored to be a part of this family with you. We are the strength behind the badge and our families.
To my fellow Cape Cod Police Wives - I know you are scared, because I am too. God Bless your officer and know I have your six, always.
A Proud Orleans Police Wife