Carrying the love

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.

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