I pinned all my dissatisfaction on a place, only to discover that a world away the feeling remained because it was within, not around me. Letting go of the fantasy life I had promised myself was a bitter pill to swallow, but ultimately freed me from living in a state of suspended animation.
It was a dangerous idea, inviting people to my house weekly for dinner while raising three young boys. But when my husband left for a year-long deployment in November 2011, I was one dinner shy of total desperation.
Military members and families are not cultural aberrants looking for a cold niche in which to hide. We are not cold timid souls whose lack of emotion leads us to a military life scrubbed of feeling. The experiences of our lives, much like yours, are inextricably tied to our emotions.
If we're not careful, the civilian and military will become the Washington equivalent of Siamese twins, co-joined at the head and, however bitter their internecine arguments, sharing the same underlying militarized thought processes.
Military children don't want our pity, and they aren't an alien species. They're just children with some added stress in their lives. We should care equally about all children, but we owe something special to these.