Leaving a Lifestyle, Not a Job
On a drive to a spouse event, with a back seat full of babysitters (my tween daughter and a couple of her friends), I overheard them playing an exhilarating round of “What’s in my bag?” She was up. She casually said something about “my ID,” and while one friend (fellow military kiddo) didn’t skip a beat, the other friend said something along the lines of, “You have an ID?”
And it hit me. With my husband’s retirement just a few pages away on the calendar, he isn’t just leaving a job. He’s leaving a lifestyle — one all four members of our family have grown accustomed to over the last 20, 18, 14 and 12 years respectively. These little things that make the lifestyle, like a 12-year-old with an ID card who didn’t even put up a fight when she was told she was spending a perfectly good Saturday morning chasing preschool military kids around a playground so their parents could get to know each other and build that community we all know and love.
For Better or Worse
As we continue to barrel toward retirement, I’ve been in my feelings lately about the bittersweetness of it all. While I won’t be sorry to leave a few things in the rearview (insert your favorite complaint here), I haven’t fully accepted that when we talk about Marine Corps life next year, it will all be past tense.
My husband is all too thrilled that he no longer has to provide the address of our vacation rental when we take a family trip. He’s anticipating — as he says — having “just one job” after the Marine Corps, because in the Marine Corps, pilots fly (I’m told much more goes into it than that) and have a ground job. I assume other career tracks have their own version of one person doing the job of many.
I can hear in his voice the reluctance to leave behind a Corps that shaped the life we have — to include my own career and where our kids will graduate high school. Even if he won’t admit it, he’ll miss the mission, the camaraderie (one of these days I am going to spell that correctly on the first pass), the traditions, the friends, the future, the culture and — dare I say — the pace of it all.
We’ve been in our not-forever-but-longer-than-usual house for about two years, and I’ve already painted five rooms, so it’s safe to say that I will miss moving, redecorating a house every three years, and getting to know a new place. That said, our kids have quickly put down roots and found their people where we are, so to be able to stay put for their sake as they navigate middle school and high school (that one is still very raw for me, and I don’t like it) is a blessing.
On the flip side, while I will burn myself out helping other people, and I love my Marine Corps community more than any other demographic, I’m looking forward to turning the focus from potlucks and mandatory fun events to our family. Our teen and tween may act like they are too cool for us and don’t want more family time, but we all know the truth.
Paying Attention
I am grateful for that little ID card awakening I had. Without it, I don’t know that the little lifestyle changes would’ve sunk in until all I could do was miss them. I’m going to do the best I can to savor the little military-isms we have left and show my husband and kids some grace as we all make this transition to civilian life together.
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