This week has been a challenge. It's been one of those weeks where I've second guessed myself and the choices Matt and I have made. Moving kids every few years is not for the faint of heart, I can assure you. You settle them into life and just when you take a breath and relax, something happens to remind you that the comfort of "home" is usually fleeting in the life of a military family.
Maxwell, Henry and Vivian, I'm sure that someday you'll read this post (maybe sooner rather than later if you stalk my blog the way I stalk your Instagram accounts) and I hope you always know that every choice Dad and I make is a choice with you three at the forefront of our thoughts. The three of you are the absolute best of the two of us.
April is the Month of the Military Child. If you've ever wondered what it's like to pack up and head out this poem from Chameleon Kids describes it perfectly. Grab a tissue and read on...
Saying Goodbye as a Military Kid
Each time orders come,
I know I must say goodbye
To everyone and everything
I've come to know at this new home.
I count it down by lasts...
The last practice with my team.
The last class with a favorite teacher.
The last time I will eat the best pizza ever.
The last time I get to play in my backyard.
Those lasts are so sad but none are are sadder,
Than saying goodbye to...
My neighbors who wave when I walk to the school bus,
My friends who meet me after school to play.
The teammates who have cheered me on through a season,
Each person who I have come to expect to see throughout my day.
I say goodbye to places.
My school. A track I ran on. The playground.
So many things I want to try to remember.
So many people I don't want to forget.
So know when the day the truck arrives,
I will be soaking every minute up.
Looking, watching, wanting to remember.
This place. This home. The people.
I hope they will remember the time I was here.
As much as I will remember them.
With each goodbye, I leave a piece of me,
This was my home. Even if just for a moment.
© 2017 Chameleon Kids
Each time orders come,
I know I must say goodbye
To everyone and everything
I've come to know at this new home.
I count it down by lasts...
The last practice with my team.
The last class with a favorite teacher.
The last time I will eat the best pizza ever.
The last time I get to play in my backyard.
Those lasts are so sad but none are are sadder,
Than saying goodbye to...
My neighbors who wave when I walk to the school bus,
My friends who meet me after school to play.
The teammates who have cheered me on through a season,
Each person who I have come to expect to see throughout my day.
I say goodbye to places.
My school. A track I ran on. The playground.
So many things I want to try to remember.
So many people I don't want to forget.
So know when the day the truck arrives,
I will be soaking every minute up.
Looking, watching, wanting to remember.
This place. This home. The people.
I hope they will remember the time I was here.
As much as I will remember them.
With each goodbye, I leave a piece of me,
This was my home. Even if just for a moment.
© 2017 Chameleon Kids
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