Month: October 2013

This week the boys have vacation from school (Happy Eid! Time for sheep sacrifices!) so we’re playing catch up doing all the things I couldn’t bring myself to do before school started — doctor visits, dental appointments, etc. Today I took the two older boys for their sports physicals because they have to be cleared by a doctor before they are allowed to try out for the school basketball team. What kind of world do we live in where as a parent I’m not allowed to vouch for my child’s health? To make it doubly ridiculous, they’ve been playing basketball with the base league for weeks and running up and down the court for an hour at a time. Whatever, doc has to sign off on their paperwork, so off we went.

I actually really liked their doctor today and it was great practice for them to manage their own health care — check in, turn in paperwork, answer questions about their health history (or listen to my answers if they didn’t know), good reminders for taking care of their bodies with diet, exercise, hydration and my favorite, making good choices. Like she said, one bad decision can change their future in a matter of seconds. Always a good reminder for teenage boys to hear. And even better is that I didn’t have to be the one saying it this time. Big surprise, they were cleared to play sports.

After the appointment, they ran into some youth group friends and joined them for lunch while I ran errands on base. When I came to pick them up I saw one of my boys writing down his email address and then as he stood to leave, the girl he was talking to gave him a hug and said goodbye. This is a familiar scene for us as friends are always coming and going, but I hadn’t realized these friends were moving so soon. As we walked to the car I asked, “So the XXX family is leaving?”

“No, why?”
“Well, I saw you writing down your info and she gave you a hug before you left so I figured they were moving.”
“Oh, she just likes hugs.”

Mmm-hmm, I’m sure she does . . .

There are things that I take for granted living in the US — like mail delivery. I get that there are tons of people who live in rural areas who have to jump through similar hoops to get mail, but for this city dweller, mail is supposed to be dropped off at my house or at least on my front porch. For the past year mail that comes to me (let’s be honest — packages, I don’t get physical letters too often) is routed to Josh’s work and he has to haul all the boxes from his building at the back of the base to my waiting car in the parking lot where he has pre-arranged for a ride home. Or he unboxes it all and tucks everything into different pockets in his backpack and bikes it home to me. Let’s just say he was super excited when 24 large cans of cat food arrived along with the 40lb bag of dog food.

But this week? I’ve got mail.

The base just installed post office boxes for families that would like to avoid all the above described mail delivery problems and now I feel like I’m back at Westmont College. Spinning the little wheel back and forth until the lock clicks free, peering into the the dark narrow space, hoping to see a piece of paper saying that I have a package. Today I did have a package and the guy at the window was very excited because I was the very first person to test the new system. Yay me! I got a package! And then it turned out to be sunglasses for Josh. Boo. 

I better start ordering. 

I remember being a senior in high school and for the first time in my life I couldn’t see where I would be a year into the future. Previously I could always forecast the path my life would take. As I graduated from Laurel Elementary, I knew I’d be strolling the big halls at Bret Harte Junior High in a few months time and then 3 years later  I’d be going to Skyline High School. It was all stretched out before me. The only mystery was which teachers I would have and which friends would become my BFFs until they were replaced by other BFFs. Until the fall of that 12th grade year when my future faded into a fog and I couldn’t see what was coming next. It was a sharp bend in the highway. College? Career? I couldn’t see where I was headed next.

Now, as an adult, I know that my childish foreknowledge of my future was a myth. But back then it seemed pretty well set. And if you aren’t in the military or in a career where your location is constantly changing, your future probably seems pretty well set too.

Once again we are at a place where we can’t see into the future. I’ve had plenty of these moments over the past 16 years. I’m not sure if it’s getting easier, but I have gotten better at letting go.

Less than year from now we’ll be moving. I have no idea where. We’ve put in our requests with a prayer breathed to God that he would determine our next location (even if that takes us to [that place that shall not be named].)

I can’t help but stand and try to peer through the mist, imagining the different possibilities and which would be best . . . would Germany be the lush simple living I’ve always dreamed of? Would I learn to say “Auf Wiedersehen” like Heidi Klum and eat schnitzel every day? Would Camille go to an actual kindergarten and translate for me with all the German moms? Would I be at home in New York surrounded by city sounds that never cease? Would we go biking in Central Park and visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art every week? Where would the kids go to school if we went back to Monterey? Would I be content to buy our very first house there if all we could afford was a “crack shack” in one of the most beautiful places in the world?

Every time we move, I’m always glad I don’t have to choose — how could I ever decide between Good, Better, and Best? Changes are coming . . . stay tuned!

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