12/22/2019
I posted this in tribute to my Correctional Officer family. What we do every day matters. YOU ARE APPRECIATED! 💙💙🙏🏼🙏🏼
I suspect it is hard to love a Correctional officer. We get up early. We come home late and are too tired to cook. We work extra because we know there are lots of people who need us, and incidents that we need to deal with before we can go home. We miss weekend events, holidays, birthdays. We don't get too excited over your minor "boo-boo". We have seen far worse. We don't always want to talk when we come home, we have talked all day. We don't always want to move when we come home. We have moved all day. It may seem that we have left all our caring, our heart, and our love at work, then have come home to you empty. We probably have. I guess it is hard to love a Correctional officer, but know this: we still need your love. Need your understanding. Need to know that you "get it". Need to be the one taken care of every once in a while. Need someone else to take charge of the details (PLEASE) because constantly doing everything ourselves is exhausting. Sometimes we need our feet rubbed. We need a shoulder to cry on when we can't even tell you why we're crying. We need you to do the hardest work you may ever take on, which is...to love a Correctional officer.
I would like to thank those of you out there who love us and let us do this work, this calling, this life.❤️❤️❤️
