I wrote this post a few weeks ago as a submission to another blog. They have passed, so I am posting it here.
Sitting in the Navy Lodge smack dab in the midst of house hunting in our new duty station, it would be so easy to have a pity party. I want to have that party. I want to roll around in the “Ugh, not again!” and the “Oh my goodness we have so much STUFF!” I want to cry because we’ve left everything familiar, just when it was getting familiar (AGAIN). But I have little ones who are watching and gauging just how to process this life-upheaval, so I can’t stay at the party for long.
We all handle a duty station transfer differently, but I’d love to experience it like my 4-year-old. This is what a military move looks like to her:
Hotel stops along the way are all about the pool! Does this hotel have a pool? Can we pleeeeease get a hotel with a pool tonight? When will we be going swimming? Can we swim tonight and tomorrow before we leave? Please, please, please?! You’d think she was part mermaid or something. Perhaps being born in Hawaii has something to do with it…
Sleeping Whenever, Where Ever You Are
A nice air-conditioned ride, just enough road noise to dull the senses, a full tummy and a well-timed potty stop all coincide for the perfect nap! Swimming goggles are optional.
Make It An Epic “Adventure”
“Camping at a KOA along the way?! No problem! I’m so up for that Mom! I love the tent! I will run around like a crazy person with my brother while you and dad try not to scream while putting it up!”
Stairs (and other ‘inconveniences’)
And I quote, “This is the best day ever!” as she was lugging up our toiletry case up stairs in a hotel that had multiple floors with no elevator. (Seriously?! Why are hotels with multiple floors built without elevators!?)
Throughout this transition, she has never once worried about where we will stay, how house hunting will go, or what life will be like when we get ‘there’. She’s in the moment, enjoying what comes her way. Instead of her watching me, gauging my reactions to life’s upheavals, perhaps I should take a cue from her:
1. Enjoy the ride
2. Take what comes, even if I don’t like it or think it’s inconvenient and make the best of it.
3. Get up each morning excited about what ‘adventure’ may await.
4. Sleep like the dead.
5. Swim every chance you get!
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I experienced a cool (which invariably invites all type of suggestions”) and my co-rider started extolling the virtues of acupuncture.
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