I have a military child. Sadly, I did not even realize that April is the Month of the Military Child until I read this touching blog post by Stephanie Howell. It wasn't long before I was hysterically weeping; it was as if I was reading about my future.
As we prepare to move once again and quickly approach our first deployment with Charlotte, Justin and I are bracing to prepare Charlotte for an onslaught of change - moving cross country, new school, new house, absent dad.
Last week, our household goods pack out took away Charlotte's polka dot chair, bike, sheets, most of her toys and books. Each morning, Charlotte and I will have a conversation somewhere along these lines:
Mommy, where my [insert missing item, e.g., polka dot chair]?
It's going to San Diego, sweetie.
Then, without even a pause to process any of the information, she begins to sob, collapse onto the floor, and scream:
I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT TO GO! HOUSE, HOUSE, HOUSE!!!
The following words also trigger similar reactions: airplane, move, new house, California. Charlotte started having night terrors the night the movers took away the boxes. If you ask her where Daddy is (when Justin isn't in the room), she'll point to her heart.
It doesn't seem fair sometimes. It feels more like a cruel initiation process into the military family. But regardless of whether or not it's fair, it is our reality. We do it because we love Daddy. And Daddy does it because he loves this country.