There truly is no understand of what it means to be a military child unless you've actually been one.
All in all I believe that being a military child has changed my outlook on life. But I don’t really know where to start. Or how to explain it.
My dad was deployed when I was younger so I was lucky in that. If It had happened when I was older I think I would have grasped that he had the chance of not surviving. I would have had a lot more emotional stress and miss him a lot more since I wouldn't see him.
He helps me believe in everything I do and supports me in every way. I just finished reading my mom’s book and it was about his second deployment. And it was a sensational book. It showed me how lucky I am to have him.
When he was gone for work I was a bit older and I could talk and walk. My mom worked hard during those times to help other families. My mother had meetings with her wonderful team. My sister and I would talk to each other, play legos, have nerf wars, and watch tv. One time my mom was on a meeting and we made a sign that said “can we watch tv?”. Not my finest moment, interrupting my mom’s work. But when he was at work and not deployed I didn’t have too much fear and anxiety. I knew everything would be okay.
Being a military family we moved around quite a bit. I have been in many houses and have several memories. One of the things that was horrible was having to leave behind many friends. Every time that I had a good relationship we moved only to start over. In Alabama I met this one friend. He was probably the nicest boy around. He was funny and amazing to be around.
Another boy I met, I don’t even remember his last name. At my 10th birthday party he tried Takis and had the sink sprayer sprayed in his mouth. I miss his weirdness. While in Alabama I met a friend who played baseball. I played baseball with him and he was amazing to watch. We had him over a whole bunch and I miss him.
When people talk about military kids, especially during this month, most people think of those things: deployments, or schools, or having to move a lot. But being a military kid does not just mean that you are the child of a military warrior. It means you endure the strength and pain of family being split in two. My mom stayed with us during this time. She stayed strong in protecting two children. She stayed home and worked and took care of us at the same time. When we were sick we got sick. I threw up in the bathroom. Not just in the bathroom, I threw up on the walls and floor and on the toilet. It was horrible for her. Not for me. I didn’t have to clean it.
I am so thankful that I have my wonderful parents standing by me. I rarely like to leave their side. I am blessed with these two amazing people in my life. So whenever you talk to your parents and friends thank them or acknowledge them for all their hard work and effort that they put into your life. Because being a military kid is about all the hard times. The sick times. The moving. The sadness. The crying. And, hopefully, it is also about finally having a chance to be a family.