One Doll Purchased = One Doll Donated
April 08, 2019
Our story began 6 years ago in the middle of the Mojave Desert in Southern California at Fort Irwin (Army National Training Center). There was nothing around for 36 miles; nothing except dirt, heat and constant dust being stirred from the intense training that was the regular regime of the environment in which we existed. It was NOT awesome and in fact was ranked #2 on the list of WORST duty stations to call “HOME’. For me, my first duty station (a serious baptism by fire (almost literally) and for Megan; the second.
Megan and I did not meet at a Wives Club Social, Family Readiness Group meeting, BBQ for the same unit or in any of the ‘traditional’ social ways. We met, when our two oldest boys introduced us (or so they claim) having met in pre-school and bonded over a love for dinosaurs. Our boys also claim that IF they had not LOVED dinosaurs and had not met one another than we would NEVER have been friends. While this statement may or may not be true, one thing that Megan and I know is that our meeting was indeed not by ‘chance’.
While the boys had dinosaurs in common, Megan and I had a great deal more in common and became fast friends. We spent our days in the desert sun playing at parks, swimming at the local pools, chasing after our four CRAZY boys and most of all laughing.
We were both from Southern California (only 2 cities from each other), loved the beach, traveling, doing things with our hands, being creative, being BUSY as well as productive and very self-sufficient. We found the silver lining in a place that most people dreaded to call home. We often look back and say we would LOVE to go back as it held such special memories for us. We made many friendships on ‘The Island’ as it was dubbed.
As the military goes, PCS entered our lives and we were relocated to South Korea while Megan and her family remained at Fort Irwin. You never say ‘Good-Bye’ in the military – you only say ‘See-Ya Later’ as the military is small in the grand scheme of things and it makes it easier to hold onto the hope that you will meet again at another time and another duty station or assignment in the future. When leaving, Megan and her family were our final ‘See-Ya Later’ and it was rough.
We kept in touch during our time apart and watched our kids sprout and families grow (Megan added another boy to her brood). Two and a half years after leaving the states, we returned and ended up stationed in another desert landing just 6 months after Megan and her family had moved. We were so excited to reunite and when the time came it was as if not a moment had passed by and life picked up right where it left off.
Our husbands ended up being assigned to the same brigade and in time we were warned of deployment. The ramp up for deployment is no fun – the hurry up and wait is the WORST- for EVERYONE. We have felt so lucky to have each other. We have felt even luckier that our boys have had each other to cling to and to relate to. The ‘See-Ya Laters’ came and we all felt the weight of single parenting and no daddies. We have however replaced it with belly laughs, barrels of tears, sappy movies, lots of UBER Eats (shhhh – don’t tell the husbands) and some serious blog stories that might make you think we are just telling a story - ( Luckily we have captured video for some of it for proof.)
Through all of this we created, designed and started a little thing called ‘Desert Island Friends’. It came natural to us as we were working together in Megan’s sewing (sweat) shop trying to dig out from under her 100’s of holiday orders (check her store @ Lads + Lasses Handmade). We realized we had something that not everyone had.
I had a background in sewing and fashion, as well as finance. She had a successful business already in existence and we came together on a great collaborative project. It was so EASY. I mean SOOOOO easy. In every aspect it just came together – we knew that it was something we HAD to do. It has become our passion.
While you can read about it in other areas of our site but what the site does not capture are the day to day ‘HAPS’ that we enjoy and or must bear down and tackle either on our own or together. Some are hilarious while some feel as if they just might break us. Here is where we want to share our stories.
Hopefully we can bring you along on our journey. You can laugh, cry, read books with us, shop in Korea with me (very soon), see how many bones our children like to break and how many times Megan can see the Urgent Care guy (Rogelio). You will find we are addicted to #imomsohard because momming is hard and you just have to laugh at yourself or you just might go crazy.
Here is where we want to share – and have you share.
So- let the journey begin…Hope you are ready to ride with us.
P.S. It’s going to get real.
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