Married to the Military — Real Families
Apr 14 2008
“Where is the baby and when does she get a bath?” My 6-year-old daughter was confused. It was a baby shower, and she was certain that a good scrubbing behind someone’s ears was involved. Before I could explain the “baby isn’t here yet” concept, she was off and running with a pack of other tagalongs to the nearest playground. I was left to join the room of proxy sisters, mothers, and grandmothers gathered around the pregnant woman in the middle of the room.
Proxy families. That’s what we in the greater military family have, because our “real” ones live too far away to readily experience those life changing moments that continue to happen — whether we share the same ZIP code or not. Babies will continue to be born. Weddings still will be planned. There always will be a reason to bake a pan of lasagna. If nothing else, misery loves company.
We miss our blood relatives to be sure, but there is something extra special about the bonds we share with those in our extended families, something that transcends time and is made of a resilient strength borne out of shared hardships.
How could anyone ever take the place of my buddy at Fort Benning, Ga., when we both discovered the Army stopped paying us while our husbands were sequestered away in a swamp somewhere — and we only had $40 bucks between us? What about the colonel’s wife in Germany who choreographed my wedding shower so many years ago? Or my “sister” who called me just last night to make sure my daughter, who had her tonsils removed, was OK? If I didn’t see any of them for 20 years and saw them tomorrow, it would be as though time had stood still.
A family just doesn’t get any more real than that.
— Janet Farley is the author of The Military Spouse’s Complete Guide to Career Success (Impact Publications, 2008) and writes the career advice column JobTalk for the Stars and Stripes newspapers.
