Sometimes my mother irons my tour shirts for me. She first started offering last year, when my at home time between tours was all about caring for my brother and I was almost incapable of much more than the bare functions required to get through.
Since then, she’s offered a couple of times and I’ve taken her up on it. I hate ironing so much, although once upon a time I was a Stepford Wife and even ironed my husband’s boxer shorts. But I suck it up for a professional work look and I iron my uniform.
When she offers, I always say yes. It isn’t about perfectly ironed shirts for professionalism. It’s because every time I put on an ironed shirt that she has done for me, I feel the love.
I will always want her to iron my shirts as a tangible reminder of our loving relationship when I’m not there in person.