Maybe not for all four of us, because we were scattered across states and time zones, but the mood was low. One girl was braving her way through her husband’s deployment. The others probably had a long day at work or school. And then there was me- the mom exhausted after a long day of simply being a mom. And like some other recent time of back and forth messages late into the night, we found our way onto Twitter that evening, and the chatting began.
It didn’t take long for the talk to land on the types of wine we were drinking (or wishing we were drinking). That rolled into our brilliant idea to retire together on some warm, tropical beach with drinks in hand and lots of style, even for old ladies. Someone suggested we needed a name for this group, who had all blogged separately but seemed to connect so well, especially on that fateful night. When one of the girls typed out “Sisterhood of the Camo Pants!”, our name-and a hashtag- was born.
There are some things only military wives can understand. Somehow, four girls who haven’t so much as waved to each other in real life were thrown together in a virtual friendship that has expanded to other wives, too. When one of us would start typing out the status of our day, good or bad, there was always an empathetic response from someone, followed up by the promise of a mixed drink on the sand. And of course, at the end of it, the reminder that we were a different sort of a band of brothers- The Sisterhood of the Camo Pants.
Bravo Tango Tees happened to catch wind of this Twitter talk one day, taking the concept and running with it. They’ve created something much bigger than we could have ever have envisioned that night. Really, that’s the spirit of the sisterhood anyway- that we’re all united in this military life, be it active, Guard, Reserve, or even another family member watching from the sidelines.
I couldn’t be more proud to be a member- and I can’t wait to toast each other from that gorgeous oceanfront view someday.