It was just a regular weekend.
We cleaned the house, ran to Target, took our four-year-old to ballet class, and went out for lunch. There are probably a million other families that had the exact same itinerary for their weekend, and some people may have classified it as boring.
But when you’re a military family, boring is good.
We are at that glorious middle point of time on station where the chaos of getting settled is long behind us, and the suspense of “What comes next?” is still in the distant future (let’s be honest – we all know this could change!).
While we were out running errands on Saturday, we decided to stop at our favorite restaurant for lunch. The manager instantly recognized us and waved across the room when we walked in. Then, when we were done eating, he delivered cake to the table that was on the house.
It was such a sweet gesture for any customer. But when you’re a family that moves frequently, having a manager at a local restaurant recognize you means that your life is semi-stable – at least for a bit.
When the kids start to talk about their birthday lists, it isn’t just, “I want whatever.” It is, “I want a new scooter so I can go ride with….” And they name every kid in the cul-de-sac.
If there is a question about school, I simply text the teacher or some of my mom friends who have kiddos in the same class. Maybe we even make plans to grab some wine one evening.
In this crazy Covid world, both my husband’s TDYs and my work travel have been on hold since March. This is the longest we have been in the same town in our 19-year relationship. There are no immediate deployments casting a shadow of sadness over holidays or special moments.
We’re just living life – as boring and simple as it may be.
We’re somewhere in the middle, and being boring is perfectly fine with me. The chaos of the next TDY, deployment, or PCS will be here before we know it, and boring will be a blissful distant memory.