The last few weeks have been CRAZY, and I haven’t taken the time to update my blog. I realized this morning that this is my outlet, my me-thing, so I need to take at least a few minutes every week or so to write down what’s going on. Who knows, maybe somebody out there in cyber space is going thru the same crazy things as me and needs to read my thoughts as much as I need to put them in writing…
It’s tough being a military family. For those who aren’t in the military, I think it’s easy to forget about the sacrifices that the youngest members of the military family (our kids) make. I often hear that “kids are resilient, they bounce back quick” when we talk about how moving affects military kids, and I’m sure my kids will be OK. In fact, I’ll be all up in their business this summer making sure that they are indeed, OK. But the fact remains that in a little over 2 weeks (holy cow, only 2 weeks) my son and daughter will be forced again to leave their friends, their home, their schools, their sports teams, and their familiar surroundings, to move YET AGAIN for the military. We are actually pretty lucky, my kids have only had to move three times, and we are hoping this is our last move. But I do worry about them.
E, my 10-year-old daughter, is typically my handful. She has Celiac Disease, alopecia, hashimoto’s thyroiditis and eye problems. She has also been diagnosed with a mild conduct disorder, anxiety, and learning disabilities (as well as a below-average IQ, but we aren’t sure just how accurate that was). With all that, she is still the sweetest girl and would do anything for anybody and on the days I can get her to focus and listen to me, I enjoy her immensely. It has taken a couple of years to get her the help she needs at school and I wonder if I will be starting over once we move? She thinks she has several friends but I see the way they treat her and know they get annoyed with her, so I worry about her making new friends too.
N, my 13-year-old, has Type 1 Diabetes. He also currently has a broken tendon in his finger (mallet finger) that may require surgery. Because we are so close to moving, we can’t do anything here (see, craziness). He’s like a clumsy baby deer on his long legs. He’s a good kid, but a typical boy who loves to irritate his sister. His personality is almost a perfect mix of my hubbs’ and mine – he is sometimes outgoing (like hubbs) and sometimes introverted (like me). My concern for him is that, like me, he appreciates being alone and I don’t want him to isolate himself once we move. An acquaintance of his committed suicide earlier this year and it was a wake-up call for us. I’ve already got him signed up for golf and we are planning fishing trips for after we move, so hopefully that helps.
It’s much easier for me to leave, although I am starting to feel a little bit sad. I’m sad not because we are leaving Oklahoma, but because this assignment turned out completely different than we thought it would. Hubbs thought it would greatly impact his career, and that he might even retire here – it didn’t and he can’t get out of here fast enough. I thought I was going to have a great civil service job and that we would settle here until the kids finished school – I had a so-so job that I left right after N’s diabetes diagnosis because I felt that my supervision wanted me to choose between my family and my job.
And now I am leaving behind the only “career” I have ever known and trying something else that allows for more flexibility for my family, since E will most likely be diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in the next few years. I am leaving behind the basketball moms that I have come to love and will miss them, and I have one friend here that I already miss because she too is moving and her life is just as crazy as mine (another military family).
Here’s what my former “homey” house looks like now:
Did I mention that this house has been on the market over 100 days, has dropped $20K, has only had 5 showings, and has had NO OFFERS!
Like I said, military life is tough – for all of us, not just the active duty member.