Army Wife Stuff

Here we go again. Every two years or so, Ward has to make a job change. His rank may stay the same, but that's just the way the Army works. One year, two years tops, at the same position. And occasionally, these jobs will involve being top dog, king of the hill, the big kahuna, you are in charge of this mess, type of position. Ward just left that kind of a job last year. He was a brigade commander. So, it was time to move on and he got posted in Iraq for a year. The last few months he has spent seeking his next position.

That has meant a roller coaster ride for the Beaver and myself. Will we go to Germany where there is no baseball and the Beaver would have to graduate high school overseas? Will it be Belgium? (Who cares if there's no baseball, they have the best chocolate in the world!) We've gone through this process so many times, it should be routine, right?

No, we always take into consideration our chidrens' needs. And that is what can make the process excruciatingly difficult. Like the time Ward got a battalion command position in Korea. We home schooled our kids so it shouldn't have been a tough one, but Wally would graduate high school in the middle of it, and besides he was pretty much through everything we could do at home. So we put him in a private boarding school (think $$$) so that he could bridge right on into his university studies. That worked out well, but it was oh so hard being out of the country when your oldest goes off to college.

Then there was the time in Korea when Ward could have taken a more prestigious position, but Betty just couldn't hack another year overseas. We honored that and came back to the states, knowing it might hurt Ward's chances for advancement.

So here we are again at the "two roads diverged in a yellow wood" juncture. What to do? What we always do. We pray, and let the Lord guide us. And "that has made all the difference."