This first appeared in The Havok Journal on May 8, 2016.
Mother’s Day… at the first mention in the week leading up to Mother’s Day my conscious mind didn’t take much notice except for one fleeting thought, Oh it’s that time of year again? Too busy to give Mother’s Day much notice, somewhere cloaked from my awareness, a subliminal spark ripped raw the entombed emotional sorrow of my son’s death. Thoughts emerged from deep yearnings, I want my son. I want my son back.
In the five years since Kristoffer was killed in action (October 22, 2011), I’ve regained enough emotional equilibrium and emotional margin to resume the passion that fuels my purpose. No longer feeling my identity, my life, and my purpose extinguished, I’ve embraced my new normal and re-boarded the runaway train characterizing my daily life.
Even so, mourning’s vexatious vibes never fail to seize hostage my emotions, once again reenergizing the demons of heartbreak on celebratory days that once brought wonder and joy. As I struggled with the approach of Mother’s Day this last week—from the Top 5 Things to Buy Your Mom to yearning for hugs this side of heaven—the announcement of another SEAL killed in Iraq sucker-punched my emotional gut. When they announced the SEAL’s age, 31-years-old, I thought, Two years older than Kristoffer when he was killed.
Every time another parent’s child is killed in action in a war that some claim is somehow not war, their death bayonets an instantaneous spike into the hearts of Gold Star Families seared with “the knowing.” The shock. The anguish. The shattered hearts. The torment of worrying about their buddies struggling with their child’s death. The misunderstood mourning of those propelled by ‘the news’ into the most complicated, unwanted journey of a parent’s life. The bond, the blood of the Gold Star sisterhood began posting the death of that SEAL on Facebook, and many of us began praying for Special Warfare Operator (SEAL) 1st Class Charlie Keating IV’s family.
And then…the tone…of Josh Earnest’s voice and statement, the daily face of the most transparent administration in history, triggered pain: “Secretary Carter earlier today described this death as a combat death. That’s accurate. This was an individual who was not in a combat mission, but he was in a dangerous place.” [Really, Josh? Mr. Guilty of Extreme Mourning Ignorance, you just said that?]
What a cold, calculated calloused statement to utter to the media from within a politically detached bubble when a new Gold Star Mom and family reel from the FACT their courageous son WAS killed by ISIS, who I prefer to call Daesh, which means “to trample, to crush underfoot, one who sows discord.” To politicize and parse a definition “not on a combat mission” that spilled the lifeblood of someone who served honorably is beyond cold-blooded. While it may serve some political purposes, it felt dishonoring, disqualifying the ultimate sacrifice of Keating’s service and sacrifice. It felt disrespectful because Gold Star families live with the daily agony of the loss of our dead children—you don’t.
And what about those sailer’s boots and his rifle and helmet “not on a combat mission?” Symbols of his sacrifice—a rifle now suspends his now-empty helmet while standing at attention in those now-empty boots—which now form the Fallen Soldier Battle Cross. And soon those boots “not on a combat mission” and now interred in a flag-draped coffin will soon lay underground. Do you really think Blue Star Parents living proud and afraid believe their deployed children are “not on a combat mission?” [Civilian ‘let-ME-be-precise’ rant over.]
I noticed thoughts and feelings other Gold Star Mothers posted on Facebook. My dear friend and Gold Star mom, Cheryl Amy Jackson, who has the gift of not “hiding the feels” said it best: “It is unreal how many thousands of mamma’s dread this time of year. YES some of us have children who are still here, but I wonder when you judge us and how we feel about this, ‘Which one of your kids would you want to live without?’ Thinking of a mother whose little girl was murdered so close to home today. And yes, dreading Mother’s Day.” #keepinItReal
Deadlines last week electrified me, keeping me afloat and focused. After feeling ill about Keating’s fiancé, my heart smiled when I read Keating secretly married her. That gave me a much-needed lift. On Thursday, I sat alongside other Gold Star moms, who understand my struggles, in the General’s home on Fort Carson.
On Saturday, I received an unexpected Mother’s Day boost—being in the presence of Army Rangers, some who knew my son. I attended Leo Jenkin’s book launch book for his book First Train Out of Denver published by Blackside Publishing.
A much-needed Mother’s Day laugh emanates from looking at Leo’s thoughtful gift, two beautiful pens crafted by fallen hero SSG Chris Falkel’s father. One pen is inscribed with the Ranger logo and the other pen and the box are inscribed: “Blackside Publishing, Scoti “Boss” Domeij.” Leo’s life and heart and journey and hard-won growth is ever a humbling reminder to me of the issues and struggles of the amazing, courageous military community who embraced this Gold Star mom.
Just as the first verse of our National Anthem begins with this question, Oh say can you see?, how do I see my way through Mother’s Day when a part of myself—my firstborn—is missing in Mother’s Day action, gone until we meet again in God’s presence? I honor my son’s service by remembering his place in history. Kristoffer volunteered to defend, protect, and preserve for his children the same liberty paid for by other fallen heroes and veterans ahead of him who also defended, protected, and preserved liberty for him, for you and your family, and for me.
I remember my prayers that God answered, to give Kristoffer a wonderful wife. My daughter-in-love is the best mom a grandmother could ever wish for. I savor my time with Kristoffer’s younger and only brother. I choose to remember over 50,000 of our sons and daughters who returned home forever changed and visibly scarred—burned, disfigured, or limbless—or invisibly wounded, struggling with traumatic brain injuries or post traumatic stress. And I choose to remember the sacrifice of all: wounded warriors and their families and the families and wives and children of those who currently serve our country.
My Mother’s Day morning started off with a pinging phone announcing this message from a Blue Star Mom: “You’re just on my heart this morning! I can only imagine what Mother’s Day is like for you. Thinking of and praying for you.” As I reflected upon my time with the Gold Star moms, the Rangers and the Blue Star mom’s message along with messages from others, I remind myself to lean into and trust the promises of Yĕhovah Nacham, The God of Comfort and Yĕhovah Shakach, The God Who Does Not Forget Me, Who “gets it”: “Can a woman forget her nursing child and have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.” (Isaiah 49:15) “As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you; And you will be comforted.” (Isaiah 66:13)
While I still wish my son had not been killed, I’ll still choose to thank the God of my strength when I’m weak: “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For just as the sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance, so also our comfort is abundant through Christ.” (2 Corinthians 1:3-5, NASB)
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Scoti Springfield Domeij is the proud Gold Star mom of 2/75 Army Ranger, Sgt. 1st Class Kristoffer Domeij, KIA on October 22, 2011, during his 14th deployment in Afghanistan. Kristoffer’s death inducted Scoti into the amazing military family and Ranger community. A civilian, Scoti is woefully ignorant of military protocol and acronyms.
She serves as Director of Springs Writers, is a solo-parenting columnist for Colorado Springs Kids, was editor/writer for nine publishers. She’s published in diverse publications including The New York Times, Southwest Art, School Daze, SAM Journal, and parenting magazines. She contributed stories to Violence of Action: The Untold Stories of the 75th Ranger Regiment in the War on Terror (Blackside Concepts), Love is a Verb Devotional and Heaven Touching Earth (Bethany House), Christmas Miracles (St. Martin’s Press), Extraordinary Answers to Prayer: In Times of Change (Guideposts), and The Mommy Diaries: Finding Yourself in the Daily Adventure (Revell).
A researchaholic, Scoti was Senior Research Assistant/Art Production Coordinator for the 27-part film series shot on location in Israel entitled That the World May Know. She interacted with top scholars, archeologists, and museums while researching geography, seasons, feasts, culture, dress, facial ethnicity, machinery, furniture, weapons, wars, architecture, archeological discoveries, Roman culture and government, ancient religious beliefs, flora and fauna to conceptualize historically, archeologically and biblically-accurate art compositions used for over 200 art renderings and maps.
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