“What is a roughneck?”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this question over the past 8 years.
“My husband is a driller on an oil rig,” I reply.
“Ohhhhhh …” Then, a blank stare.
“Have you ever seen Armageddon?” I ask.
Usually, I just leave it at that. Only those nearest and dearest to us know the ins and outs of what is really involved with Tim’s job. That his field of work is one of the most dangerous on earth. How demanding it can be. His time away from home. From me. From our baby girl.
My roughneck … my driller, as I like to call him, is so much more than a character in a movie. He’s my best friend. My high school sweetheart. My veteran. The guy who encouraged me to follow my dream. The father of our sweet, sweet baby girl. My rock. Our provider. The love of my life.
To our 19 month-old daughter Maile, my driller is “Dada.” The day he comes home, she runs down the driveway to him, squealing with delight, practically crying with excitement. He’s the voice she expects to hear every time the phone rings. He’s the first face she finds, in every picture, in every room in our home. He’s the voice who will read her favorite stories to her two, three, seven times. The Tickle Monster.
So, what is a roughneck? To me, he’s everything.
Katie is a roughneck wife and mama living and loving life in colorful Colorado with her driller, daughter Maile, and their two dogs and cat. She is the author of the blog Standpipe and Sprinkles, where she records bits of her family’s everyday, family and friends, some style, faith … but mostly, the things she doesn’t want to forget.