Moving… Moving… Moving far from home…
Moving two cars, two kids & a dog…..all riding with HER of course
Moving sofas to basements because they won’t go in THIS house
Moving curtains that won’t fit
Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours
Moving away from friends, Moving toward new friends
Moving her most important luggage…her trunk full of memories
Often waiting… Waiting… Waiting…
Waiting for housing
Waiting for orders
Waiting for deployments
Waiting for phone calls
Waiting for reunions
Waiting for the new curtains to arrive
Waiting for him to come home for dinner…AGAIN
They call her ‘MILITARY DEPENDENT’, but she knows better. She is fiercely In-Dependent.
She can balance a check book …
Handle the yard work …
Fix a noisy toilet …
She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts…
She can file the taxes…
Sell a house…
Buy a car…
Or set up a move… All with ONE Power of Attorney
She welcomes neighbors that don’t welcome her.
She reinvents her career with every PCS.
Locates a house in the desert, the Arctic, or the deep south and learns to call them all ‘home’.
She MAKES them all home.
Military Wives are somewhat hasty…
They leap into decorating, leadership, volunteering, career alternatives,churches, and friendships.
They don’t have 15 years to get to know people. Their roots are short but flexible.
They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.
Military Wives quickly learn to value each other. They connect over coffee, rely on the spouse network, accept offers of friendship and favors, record addresses in pencil…
Military Wives have a common bond…
The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands. His commitment is unique.
He doesn’t have a JOB.
He has a ‘ MISSION ‘.
He’s on-call for his country 24/7.
But for her, he’s the most unreliable guy in town.
His language is foreign…
TDY
PCS
OER
AEF
ACC
ACU
ABU
BAH
PME
EPR
SOP
And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.
She is the long-distance link to keep them informed… the glue that holds them together.
A Military Wife has her moments…
She wants to wring his neck, dye his uniform pink, refuse to move to Siberia, but she pulls herself together.
Give her a few days, a travel brochure, a long hot bath, a pledge to the flag, a wedding picture…
And she goes. She packs. She moves. She follows.
Why? What for? How come?
You may think it is because she has lost her mind, but actually it is because she has lost her heart…
**It was stolen from her by a man, who puts duty first, who longs to deploy, who salutes the flag, and whose boots in the doorway remind her
that as long as he is her Military Husband, she will remain his military wife…
And would have it no other way.
(borrowed from a friend)…
** one adjustment … My heart was not stolen by a man who puts duty first….I gave it to a man who puts God first…and for THAT reason…I do all of these things, even while I am missing him as I type these very words.
Sherrey,mary and Joseph think of you and your daddy often in our prayers, please forgive me for not sending a least a few or even one of our many promised notes.