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Behind the Door

Margaret Kurtts

Updated: Oct 9, 2023

Margaret Kurtts graduated from the United States Military Academy in 2004 and served in Iraq and Afghanistan as an aviation officer. She has a PhD in nuclear engineering and is a military spouse. Today, Maggie continues to serve as a parent, a writer on Veteran issues, and a researcher. In this article she writes about finding courage from past challenges to move forward during COVID. It is written from the perspective of a parent and spouse that first appeared on her own writing forum. Leadership and mentoring is often only discussed in the context of work or a career but she has found that the lessons also directly apply to family. During COVID, the story she hopes to tell with this piece is how we can all lead our families, inside the walls of our homes, on our own little quarantine battlefields.


I stood in front of the door because I could not bring myself to go in. School doors are locked to protect the children, but it wasn’t the lock that was holding me back. I’d picked up my kids through this door countless times before today. To my left, a box with the intercom button that would buzz me right in. I was unable to press the button.


How do I go through this door? How do I tell them?


The kids knew the second they saw me. Picking up children from school is usually a flurry of bags and coats and art projects. But once the tornado of construction paper and backpacks slowed — they knew. The teachers could tell something was up too. All eyes turned to me, to us, and watched.


It was probably my eyes that gave it away. It is always the eyes.


We walked 20 feet to a bench just outside the doors of the school and sat down. I told them the facts of what had happened. Unlike the movies, there was no wailing or screaming or even questions. Their tears were so quiet, silently falling on the red bricks at our feet. One question came…


What do we do now?


We drove to the hospital to see Dad. As we walked inside, I was thrown back to the events of the morning — entering a hospital I’d driven by a hundred times but never been inside. Wondering what I would hear when the ER doctor emerged. Bracing as he pulled the curtain back.


Later, with my children, the automatic doors opened and unfamiliar lobby space reminded me, again, that I did not know what I’d find upstairs. My wounded family entered this foreign land, which was far more terrifying than any battle or war I’ve ever fought.


We must walk through the door.


Of course, we have had more frustrations thanks to the COVID pandemic. What has always upset me the most is again bringing bad news to the kids. I braced for the disappointment I’d become familiar with seeing in their eyes. Explaining why our neighbors crossed to the other side of the street rather than say “Hi,” as tears of confusion and hurt fell. Birthdays that would be celebrated without friends, mourned with silent tears. When the tiny screen of what has become school, ruthlessly closes on the world they left behind and little hearts break all over again.


I have to break their hearts again.


I again delivered a message of disappointment thanks to COVID. I braced… But this time — nothing— they simply asked, “What’s next?”


We chose to move forward with our typical COVID day — some school, gardening, art, and riding bikes. The future changed again, but our moment had not. As the kids logged into school and resumed their work, I realized that they had just walked through a door. Thinking back to the hospital many years ago, I remember guiding them to the elevator and up to Dad’s room. We did not linger outside the door. We walked in to face what was the most terrible unknown a child could face. Dad was hurt badly. It was scary. But…

Dad got better and eventually, he walked through the door of our home again.


Each day threatens to bring a new change or new challenge. It is paralyzing to wait for the unknown to happen. I don’t try to predict or anticipate what is to come from COVID anymore. There will be more doors ahead and I will have to decide to walk through. But we have walked through some pretty terrible doors already, touched the face of despair, and found our joy once again. When I look into the eyes of my children, I know I am strong enough to lead them through whatever happens. And they are strong enough to follow.

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