Today I am thankful for the 8 years I spent as
a military wife. I remember
for a long time I hated being a military wife. It felt like I was saying
goodbye more often than I was getting to stay, I could never get comfortable
with anything, because I knew that at some point the military would change
their plans for my family, and it was hard to be dependable to anyone when everything was constantly changing. Being a
military wife meant home was where the Army sent me, not necessarily where my
heart was. For a while there, I got wrapped up in the negative aspects, wishing
for it to end but knowing it wouldn't. I was constantly explaining to my
children why there father was gone, why we didn’t have that many friends, and
why all of our furniture had cracks. It was exhausting to say the least. But
over the years I finally got used to the idea that I had to make every second
count, so I stopped wasting them. I realized that at any moment the military
could take away a best friend, so I loved them as hard as I could while they
were there. I knew there was no point in getting attached to furniture that
would just get damaged in the next move, so I stopped worrying about the things
I had, and started caring more about other more important aspects of life. I
got accustomed to sleeping alone, so the nights he was there were just that much
sweeter. The day he got out of the military I remember finally being able to
breathe again. It meant that finally things could start to get normal. But now
I know that nothing is ever really normal. Being a military wife prepared me
for real life, for hard times, and crying children asking why their daddy is
gone. Thank goodness for the military, because those 8 years were really just
preparing me for this.
For all of my military wives out there, I love you
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