Wow! Okay, so things have been shifted into overdrive in my world here lately so I haven't had time to write. Back up....correction...I haven't made time to write. I made a vow that I wouldn't make excuses for not writing this blog and I'm going to stick to that.
Although, things have been pretty hectic here...i.e. my household goods shipment from Indiana has already arrived at our destination in California, 3 weeks early, so that was a good thing, but also scary. After all, you are only allowed to keep your things in temporary storage for 2 weeks, but this time they are making an exception for us. Whew! I dodged a bullet on that one. See, my husband is the one in Iraq, but he's obviously not the only one dodging bullets. :)
Secondly, my sweet little girl, who will soon be 2-years-0ld apparently woke up one morning and decided that she would start talking. I mean, the kiddo went from mostly jabber and a few coherent words to a little jabber and a lot of coherent words and sentences. With this new found vocabulary though, she has also gained more independence, which I'm not so sure that I like yet. Yes, it's nice for me to be able to just get her the things she's asking for, rather than decode her jabber and hope that I'm understanding her correctly, but with this comes a lot of sad feelings for me. My baby is no longer a baby anymore, and I really miss those days.
This isn't where it stops with my sweety. Oh no, she has also found that she absolutely loves to play dress-up. She can pretty much dress herself in her princess dresses, shoes, etc. She probably walks better in a pair of "kiddy" high heels than some women I know. It's absolutely hilarious. Now she wants to wear mommy's make-up and put pretty things in her hair. Oh and I can't forget to mention the body spray. Every night after she gets out of the bath tub we must put on body spray or life just isn't complete. Where did this little girl come from and how did it happen so quickly. She no longer wants me to help her get dressed or put her shoes on, etc. Oh, and the girl is trying to potty train herself. How much easier could this get for me, I ask you? She has not quite realized that she can actually go to the bathroom before she does her business, but she will run there immediately afterwards and sit on her potty chair. She'll figure it out eventually, but for now I'm not pushing her. She'll do it in her own time. Besides, she's not even two-years-old yet. I think that it's great that she even recognizes the signs and goes to the bathroom after the fact. What a smart little girl I have.
Her new found independence is breaking my heart, but what scares me the most is what it will do to her daddy when he returns from Iraq to find that the "baby" that he left 6 months prior is no longer a baby, but a little girl with very "girlie" and grown-up interests. How can I ease the pain for him? The pain of knowing that she will be 2-years-old around the time of his homecoming, but that he has missed a year of that time...a year that he will never get back with her. Don't get me wrong, she has in no way, shape or form forgotten her daddy. Actually, in the last few days she has voiced in very plain English, "I want daddy." This kills me every time she says it because that's one thing in this world that I wish I could give her most, and I can't. I'm torn between telling my husband this in hopes that it will make him feel good that she is asking for him and that she hasn't forgotten him or will it backfire on me and make him feel even worse? My struggles aren't always physical, but sometimes emotional. This is one of those times.
For the past two years my daughter has been my life. I have taken care of her everyday since she was born, but now I'm struggling with the idea of going back to work. I wouldn't have given up a single day that I have had with my daughter, but something has to give. I think I would be a better parent if I could take a job, even on a part-time basis. I need to give to others whether it be in a work or volunteer position so that I may give more to my daughter. Does that make any sense? I need to have the feeling of complete fulfillment, as well as the feeling that I am contributing monetarily to my family.
Part of me feels very selfish for even thinking of putting my daughter in this situation. I've had my daughter with me every day. She is a very social little girl and makes friends easily, but will this have a negative effect on her if I go back to work? Will it have a negative effect on me, my husband, or my family if I go back to work? This is something that I have been struggling with for a long time. My ideal job would be a freelance writer so that I could stay home (since we're constantly on the move with the military) with my daughter, do what I love to do, and get paid for it. That would me my dream job. Is there anyone out there who is looking for a freelance writer who is very well in tune with the world as a military spouse / physically handicapped mother? Any takers?
Tomorrow I will start my hunt for the perfect job in our new location. The perfect job. The dream job, but for now I will freelance for my readers in hopes that god willing some of you...any one of you has a hook up somewhere. ;) Stay tuned for more crazy adventures here!
P.S. For those of you who didn't catch on to the title of this particular blog entry, it comes from the Britney Spears song, "Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" I figured at this point, my life is just as crazy as Britney Spears is.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
What an AMAZING life!
I fully intended to write this post last night, but the more I thought about what I wanted to say, the more I realized that I better take some extra time to gather my thoughts. Afterall, I want this post to be meaningful for others as well as myself, and yesterday my thoughts only would have turned into ranting and raving about the military.
So after a lot of thought and careful consideration, I have discovered that I have an amazing life and my husband, along with the United States Navy has given that to me. That doesn't go to say that I am happy about being a military spouse all the time, but when I sit back and think about what my husband is giving up for us to have this life...it makes me cry. I cry because I am incredibly proud of the person that he has become throughout our relationship. I cry for the times that he has missed with his family, that he will never get back. I cry because when I think of my husband and what he is doing to help preserve our freedom, my heart is flooded with such happiness and contentment for a life that we will have one day together. I am so proud of my husband and what he has accomplished throughout his career, but with that I must say that I'm proud of myself too.
When we read stories in the papers about fallen soldiers or those soldiers who have randomly performed a heroic act, we often forget about the people at home who have helped him along his way. Military wives are a special breed and the military life is not for the faint of heart. As a military wife myself, I can only speak for myself when I say that military spouses often aren't acknowledged in the grand scheme of things. I like to refer to military spouses as "silent soldiers." As a military spouse we are forced to sometimes deal with situations that are scary, stressful, and heart-wrenching to say the least. We are forced to endure long separations from our loved ones in order to accomplish the mission at hand.
I don't say this to make others feel that military spouses are in any way superior to others, but being a military spouse as I said before, isn't for the faint of heart. During the time that my husband has been on deployment, I have been observing my friends and family and the things that they tend to worry about, i.e. finances, the loss of jobs, unruly children, etc., which are some of the same things that military spouses worry about. The one thing that separates us from civilian families is that we worry about getting that call from the Red Cross or answering the door only to see a man (or men) in uniform struggling to tell us that our loved one has passed on. We worry that everytime our spouse boards a plane for yet another deployment that it will be the last time that we see them so we memorize their smile, the way the walk, the way it feels to have their arms wrapped around us in a final embrace before boarding the plane, etc. These are very real worries because as most of us have already seen on the nightly news and in the newspapers, etc. our loved ones could be gone in seconds...fighting for the very freedom that we all have today.
As a military spouse with a loved one currently in Iraq these fears are very real to me. My worries don't stop there, as a military spouse and mother with physical disabilities I worry that there will come a time when I won't be able to take care of everything on my own. If this happens, what will it do to my husband's career that he has worked so hard for? Will there come a time when my husband will choose his bond with the Navy over his bond with his family?
We are taught that the military expects us, as spouses to put our husbands first before anyone else. We are taught that information that may be important to us here on the homefront is better left unsaid in our weekly 10-minute phone calls to our spouses. We are taught that such information could be detrimental to our military counterparts, and that in their line of work there is no room for that kind of thing. After all, we are told that a "preoccupied or stressed out soldier, is a dead soldier." It seems that the love between a husband and wife and the United States military leaves a lot open for speculation. With spouses on the homefront keeping "secret" what is going on at home, and our military counterpart keeping "secret" what is happening with them, it is no wonder that many military marraiges can not / do not survive mulitiple deployments. The institution of marraige is a sacred one, but to those who serve in the United States military...that too is a sacred institution, and sometimes our military counterparts are torn between love for their families and love for their country. It's a fine line, and not one that I care to cross anytime soon.
Today, I am still trying things on, finding what fits, what works, and crafting my identity as a United States Navy / Seabee wife! The military life isn't for everyone, but it's what you make of it. I am proud to be a Navy wife, to love a soldier, proud of my soldier and of the life that we have created. I believe that makes the Navy happy too!
Until we meet again!
*Note* This post took on a life of it's own as I was typing. I have so many thoughts running through my mind even as I type this, but I will save those for later posts.
So after a lot of thought and careful consideration, I have discovered that I have an amazing life and my husband, along with the United States Navy has given that to me. That doesn't go to say that I am happy about being a military spouse all the time, but when I sit back and think about what my husband is giving up for us to have this life...it makes me cry. I cry because I am incredibly proud of the person that he has become throughout our relationship. I cry for the times that he has missed with his family, that he will never get back. I cry because when I think of my husband and what he is doing to help preserve our freedom, my heart is flooded with such happiness and contentment for a life that we will have one day together. I am so proud of my husband and what he has accomplished throughout his career, but with that I must say that I'm proud of myself too.
When we read stories in the papers about fallen soldiers or those soldiers who have randomly performed a heroic act, we often forget about the people at home who have helped him along his way. Military wives are a special breed and the military life is not for the faint of heart. As a military wife myself, I can only speak for myself when I say that military spouses often aren't acknowledged in the grand scheme of things. I like to refer to military spouses as "silent soldiers." As a military spouse we are forced to sometimes deal with situations that are scary, stressful, and heart-wrenching to say the least. We are forced to endure long separations from our loved ones in order to accomplish the mission at hand.
I don't say this to make others feel that military spouses are in any way superior to others, but being a military spouse as I said before, isn't for the faint of heart. During the time that my husband has been on deployment, I have been observing my friends and family and the things that they tend to worry about, i.e. finances, the loss of jobs, unruly children, etc., which are some of the same things that military spouses worry about. The one thing that separates us from civilian families is that we worry about getting that call from the Red Cross or answering the door only to see a man (or men) in uniform struggling to tell us that our loved one has passed on. We worry that everytime our spouse boards a plane for yet another deployment that it will be the last time that we see them so we memorize their smile, the way the walk, the way it feels to have their arms wrapped around us in a final embrace before boarding the plane, etc. These are very real worries because as most of us have already seen on the nightly news and in the newspapers, etc. our loved ones could be gone in seconds...fighting for the very freedom that we all have today.
As a military spouse with a loved one currently in Iraq these fears are very real to me. My worries don't stop there, as a military spouse and mother with physical disabilities I worry that there will come a time when I won't be able to take care of everything on my own. If this happens, what will it do to my husband's career that he has worked so hard for? Will there come a time when my husband will choose his bond with the Navy over his bond with his family?
We are taught that the military expects us, as spouses to put our husbands first before anyone else. We are taught that information that may be important to us here on the homefront is better left unsaid in our weekly 10-minute phone calls to our spouses. We are taught that such information could be detrimental to our military counterparts, and that in their line of work there is no room for that kind of thing. After all, we are told that a "preoccupied or stressed out soldier, is a dead soldier." It seems that the love between a husband and wife and the United States military leaves a lot open for speculation. With spouses on the homefront keeping "secret" what is going on at home, and our military counterpart keeping "secret" what is happening with them, it is no wonder that many military marraiges can not / do not survive mulitiple deployments. The institution of marraige is a sacred one, but to those who serve in the United States military...that too is a sacred institution, and sometimes our military counterparts are torn between love for their families and love for their country. It's a fine line, and not one that I care to cross anytime soon.
Today, I am still trying things on, finding what fits, what works, and crafting my identity as a United States Navy / Seabee wife! The military life isn't for everyone, but it's what you make of it. I am proud to be a Navy wife, to love a soldier, proud of my soldier and of the life that we have created. I believe that makes the Navy happy too!
Until we meet again!
*Note* This post took on a life of it's own as I was typing. I have so many thoughts running through my mind even as I type this, but I will save those for later posts.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Temper Tantrums, Fantasy Football, and Life Lessons...Oh My!
Goodness gracious, what a day! Sweetie is once again teething, which seems to always make her incredibly crabby. Today was an eye opening experience as my usually sweet and even-tempered, almost 2-year-old sweetie threw one of the worst temper tantrums yet. You see my sweetie will be 22-months old at the end of the month and she still only has 7 teeth in full with 4 molars and another bottom tooth on it's way. I would probably be grumpy too, but let's face facts...life isn't always fair and sometimes in life we are asked to do things that we don't necessarily want to do or feel like doing (i.e. laundry most of the time for me, but it's a must).
I was finishing up my errands when I made my last stop in Barnes & Noble to get the final item on my list...fantasy football magazines for my husband who is currently serving a 6-month deployment in Iraq. Now, I would have just given up and taken sweetie home when she started acting up, but I was under "desperate" instructions to get the magazines today and ship them to him by priority mail so that he would have enough time to check them out in time for his fantasy football draft. (*Note* He owes me big after this one! Since when did Fantasy Football become such an emergency? ;) ... *end note) So anyway, I proceeded to grab the first 3 Fantasy Football magazines that I could find, all the while trying to calm sweetie down. Nothing was working, and I was becoming increasingly flustered by the second. It was at that point that I stopped for a second, counted backwards from 10, and proceeded to the counter with my purchases. Sweetie seems to calm down soon after I do unless she's really having discomfort or is extremely tired. Today I think we hit the jackpot with both!
Anyway, to make a long story short, by the time I made it up to the counter to pay for hubby's magazines we had a great game of peekaboo going and sweetie was happy again. The gentleman at the counter rang up my magazines while occasionally shooting a few weird looks my way. I finally asked him why he was looking at me so funny when he become extremely embarrassed. He told me that he had watched me come in the store with sweetie in tow, pick out my purchases, calm sweetie down (after first collecting myself), and then head up to the counter with sweetie smiling and laughing.
He asked me how I get through day to day life with a toddler "considering my situation." I laughed and said that it takes patience and sometimes a good cry, but I get through every day just the same...one at a time. I then told him that at least I have an end in site unlike others, at which point he looked at me funny again. I told him that my husband will be home in less than 90 days and I would have at least some extra help with my sweetie. He looked embarrassed again for a brief second before he spoke again. Then he ever so politely and gently said to me, "honey, I don't know if you realize it or not, but the 'situation' that I was talking about was because of your physical disability. I see that you wear leg braces and you walk a little different."
At first I wasn't sure what to say, but then it came to me, and with a smile on my face I said, "well today my leg braces and my walk aren't my disability...today, it's a toddler who is tired and teething...the same 'disability' as other parents" and with that, he handed me the bag, and I went on my way. I stopped as I got to the door and looked back, the same gentleman was watching me again, so I said, "As a military spouse who's husband has been on deployment a lot lately and a parent with a physical disability, I'm forced to take things as they come and make adaptations where needed and furthermore..."
The gentleman stopped me in mid-sentence and said, "Honey, I think you do just fine with your daughter. Your husband should be proud of how you handle yourself. Furthermore, the Navy should be proud of you too. You set aside your own personal disabilities to take care of your daughter by yourself while you're husband is off defending our country. That's a noble sacrifice you're making." At that moment I beamed with pride...not only for myself, but for my husband, my family, and the United States Navy. They have all helped me to become the independent person that I am today not only for myself, but for my daughter, my husband, and the United States Navy.
As I drove away from the store, I thought to myself...even though I have a physical disability...I don't always think about them. Instead, I carry on with my life as though I am an able-bodied parent. Then I realized that even though I do have limitations...sweetie and I are going to be just fine by ourselves in California until hubby returns. ;)
I was finishing up my errands when I made my last stop in Barnes & Noble to get the final item on my list...fantasy football magazines for my husband who is currently serving a 6-month deployment in Iraq. Now, I would have just given up and taken sweetie home when she started acting up, but I was under "desperate" instructions to get the magazines today and ship them to him by priority mail so that he would have enough time to check them out in time for his fantasy football draft. (*Note* He owes me big after this one! Since when did Fantasy Football become such an emergency? ;) ... *end note) So anyway, I proceeded to grab the first 3 Fantasy Football magazines that I could find, all the while trying to calm sweetie down. Nothing was working, and I was becoming increasingly flustered by the second. It was at that point that I stopped for a second, counted backwards from 10, and proceeded to the counter with my purchases. Sweetie seems to calm down soon after I do unless she's really having discomfort or is extremely tired. Today I think we hit the jackpot with both!
Anyway, to make a long story short, by the time I made it up to the counter to pay for hubby's magazines we had a great game of peekaboo going and sweetie was happy again. The gentleman at the counter rang up my magazines while occasionally shooting a few weird looks my way. I finally asked him why he was looking at me so funny when he become extremely embarrassed. He told me that he had watched me come in the store with sweetie in tow, pick out my purchases, calm sweetie down (after first collecting myself), and then head up to the counter with sweetie smiling and laughing.
He asked me how I get through day to day life with a toddler "considering my situation." I laughed and said that it takes patience and sometimes a good cry, but I get through every day just the same...one at a time. I then told him that at least I have an end in site unlike others, at which point he looked at me funny again. I told him that my husband will be home in less than 90 days and I would have at least some extra help with my sweetie. He looked embarrassed again for a brief second before he spoke again. Then he ever so politely and gently said to me, "honey, I don't know if you realize it or not, but the 'situation' that I was talking about was because of your physical disability. I see that you wear leg braces and you walk a little different."
At first I wasn't sure what to say, but then it came to me, and with a smile on my face I said, "well today my leg braces and my walk aren't my disability...today, it's a toddler who is tired and teething...the same 'disability' as other parents" and with that, he handed me the bag, and I went on my way. I stopped as I got to the door and looked back, the same gentleman was watching me again, so I said, "As a military spouse who's husband has been on deployment a lot lately and a parent with a physical disability, I'm forced to take things as they come and make adaptations where needed and furthermore..."
The gentleman stopped me in mid-sentence and said, "Honey, I think you do just fine with your daughter. Your husband should be proud of how you handle yourself. Furthermore, the Navy should be proud of you too. You set aside your own personal disabilities to take care of your daughter by yourself while you're husband is off defending our country. That's a noble sacrifice you're making." At that moment I beamed with pride...not only for myself, but for my husband, my family, and the United States Navy. They have all helped me to become the independent person that I am today not only for myself, but for my daughter, my husband, and the United States Navy.
As I drove away from the store, I thought to myself...even though I have a physical disability...I don't always think about them. Instead, I carry on with my life as though I am an able-bodied parent. Then I realized that even though I do have limitations...sweetie and I are going to be just fine by ourselves in California until hubby returns. ;)
Sunday, August 5, 2007
The Craziness Has Set in!
Okay, so the Navy came and moved our personal belongings on Wednesday, and let me tell you...that's pretty traumatizing for an almost 2-year-old to see her toys and other personal items be put into boxes, then put into a semi, and then taken away from her. She had no idea what they were doing with her stuff, but she didn't like it one little bit. She seemed to settle down after about 2 hours of nonstop freaking out...that is until they packed her "flat daddy" poster. At that point, she had had enough and went hysterical. The gentleman packing our things asked if he should leave that out so she would calm down.
In a way, I think in her almost 2-year-old mind, she probably felt as though she was being punished for something. Now when it came to her "flat daddy" poster, it seemed as though she felt like he was being taken from her again. You see for the past couple of months since we received her "flat daddy" poster, sweetie has pretty much deemed him as "not the real thing, but good enough for now." That was awful for me to witness and to be honest, I cried right along with her. But for now the packing is a thing of the past and we can now enjoy our remaining 4 weeks here in Indiana with my friends and family with no hassles of packing.
Okay, so I've told you about the military obstacles in this blog, but I have yet to explain to you how this also turned out to be a physical obstacle for me. Well, when it came to sweetie throwing a temper tantrum and thrashing about as I tried to soothe her...I almost fell, which frightened me a little and sweetie too as she stopped thrashing for a few minutes before realizing that we were both okay and continued her thrashing about. At this point, I had no other choice, but to take her in the house and sit with her until I could calm her down and make her feel like things were okay again. You see, I don't have the best balance in the world so carrying my almost 2-year-old sweetie takes great strength on my part. I also have to count on sweetie to be good and still. She's a good helper and most of the time realizes that mommy can't always do the same things that other mommies can do, but she loves me just the same. My moment in the sun came later that evening as I was getting sweetie ready for bed. After I read her a story and she finished her chocolate milk, she gave me a kiss and a big hug and then it happened...her big baby blues stared right into my eyes (the same baby blues) and she said, "Love you mommy!"
It was then and there that I knew that we're going to be okay by ourselves out in California. It was at that moment that I knew that sweetie may not always understand me, but she understands enough to know that mommy loves and her and just wants to keep her safe...at all costs. What a great ending to otherwise very long and chaotic day! Oh, and "Mommy loves you too sweetie!"
I hate that the military makes us move all the time, but after they packed up the semi and left our house, she sweetie returned! I think it was just too much for her in one day to see her favorite toys packed up and taken away, even if it's only for a little while.
In a way, I think in her almost 2-year-old mind, she probably felt as though she was being punished for something. Now when it came to her "flat daddy" poster, it seemed as though she felt like he was being taken from her again. You see for the past couple of months since we received her "flat daddy" poster, sweetie has pretty much deemed him as "not the real thing, but good enough for now." That was awful for me to witness and to be honest, I cried right along with her. But for now the packing is a thing of the past and we can now enjoy our remaining 4 weeks here in Indiana with my friends and family with no hassles of packing.
Okay, so I've told you about the military obstacles in this blog, but I have yet to explain to you how this also turned out to be a physical obstacle for me. Well, when it came to sweetie throwing a temper tantrum and thrashing about as I tried to soothe her...I almost fell, which frightened me a little and sweetie too as she stopped thrashing for a few minutes before realizing that we were both okay and continued her thrashing about. At this point, I had no other choice, but to take her in the house and sit with her until I could calm her down and make her feel like things were okay again. You see, I don't have the best balance in the world so carrying my almost 2-year-old sweetie takes great strength on my part. I also have to count on sweetie to be good and still. She's a good helper and most of the time realizes that mommy can't always do the same things that other mommies can do, but she loves me just the same. My moment in the sun came later that evening as I was getting sweetie ready for bed. After I read her a story and she finished her chocolate milk, she gave me a kiss and a big hug and then it happened...her big baby blues stared right into my eyes (the same baby blues) and she said, "Love you mommy!"
It was then and there that I knew that we're going to be okay by ourselves out in California. It was at that moment that I knew that sweetie may not always understand me, but she understands enough to know that mommy loves and her and just wants to keep her safe...at all costs. What a great ending to otherwise very long and chaotic day! Oh, and "Mommy loves you too sweetie!"
I hate that the military makes us move all the time, but after they packed up the semi and left our house, she sweetie returned! I think it was just too much for her in one day to see her favorite toys packed up and taken away, even if it's only for a little while.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Here I Go Again is Right!
Hey there everyone! I created this blog for a number of reasons, the first being to document my trials, tribulations, and triumphs of being a parent with Spina Bifida in a world where adaptation is a way of life for me. The second reason being that not only am I a physically disabled mother of a very active 2-year-old little girl , but I'm also a military spouse whose husband has been deployed for 12 out of the last 24 months. Being a military spouse in itself presents me opportunities to show my independence, but also to share my experiences with the world...at least those of you who read this blog.
My life hasn't always been easy, but then again...no one's ever is. That's just life! When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. The purpose of this blog to let other parents with physical disabilities and other military spouses know that they are not alone in their daily struggles.
To date my husband and I have moved 6 times (soon to be 7) in the past 3 years with the U.S. Navy. My biggest move is coming in about 4 weeks, and I'll be honest I'm a little nervous, but I'm also incredibly excited to move on with my life. Currently, I am living with my parents in IN so I'm sure you understand the importance of "getting on with my life." Now, you may have noticed that I said, "MY" biggest move, that's because my husband is currently on deployment in the sandbox of Iraq, and will not yet be home when it comes time to move, therefore, I will be moving alone with my 2-year-old daughter (We'll call her "sweetie" for privacy purposes) to the other side of the country to a place called Port Hueneme, California.
This move is going to be the best yet, as the base where we are currently stationed is about 25 south of Malibu, California and has all the luxuries of big city life, while still being in a small town. The way I see it, that's the best of both worlds. As a physically disabled parent and being "pseudo single" during this deployment, this move, if I let it, could be a big deal for me and my family. BUT I have made it as simple as possible. I have arranged everything down to the last detail with careful precision so as to make this the easiest move yet. After all, that's what is asked of a parent with a physical disability. The must always possess the foresight to think of solutions to any problem that could arise ahead of time.
As of Monday, I will be getting my things ready for the seventh time in 3-years for the military to come to my house, pack my things, and then haul them off...not to be seen again until I reach my next destination in California. They won't actually be taking my things until Wednesday, but there is so much preparation that comes with a move, especially a military move. Afterall, you are trusting these people with your belongings. I'll keep you "posted" on how this all goes.
Until we meet again!!!!!!!
My life hasn't always been easy, but then again...no one's ever is. That's just life! When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. The purpose of this blog to let other parents with physical disabilities and other military spouses know that they are not alone in their daily struggles.
To date my husband and I have moved 6 times (soon to be 7) in the past 3 years with the U.S. Navy. My biggest move is coming in about 4 weeks, and I'll be honest I'm a little nervous, but I'm also incredibly excited to move on with my life. Currently, I am living with my parents in IN so I'm sure you understand the importance of "getting on with my life." Now, you may have noticed that I said, "MY" biggest move, that's because my husband is currently on deployment in the sandbox of Iraq, and will not yet be home when it comes time to move, therefore, I will be moving alone with my 2-year-old daughter (We'll call her "sweetie" for privacy purposes) to the other side of the country to a place called Port Hueneme, California.
This move is going to be the best yet, as the base where we are currently stationed is about 25 south of Malibu, California and has all the luxuries of big city life, while still being in a small town. The way I see it, that's the best of both worlds. As a physically disabled parent and being "pseudo single" during this deployment, this move, if I let it, could be a big deal for me and my family. BUT I have made it as simple as possible. I have arranged everything down to the last detail with careful precision so as to make this the easiest move yet. After all, that's what is asked of a parent with a physical disability. The must always possess the foresight to think of solutions to any problem that could arise ahead of time.
As of Monday, I will be getting my things ready for the seventh time in 3-years for the military to come to my house, pack my things, and then haul them off...not to be seen again until I reach my next destination in California. They won't actually be taking my things until Wednesday, but there is so much preparation that comes with a move, especially a military move. Afterall, you are trusting these people with your belongings. I'll keep you "posted" on how this all goes.
Until we meet again!!!!!!!
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