Growing up as a military brat is a whole different world. You learn early on that love and distance can exist at the same time even if it's torturous. Some of my earliest memories are of my mom leaving for deployments, missing years of my life when we count all of it up. Birthdays, milestones, ordinary days that quietly matter. I didn't always have the words for it then but I understood what it felt like to miss someone who was still very much part of your world.
Military brats and families know that it's never just a phone call. It's the specialized time across both timezones where you get an hour at most to say everything that happened within a day or week. They were either the best part of my day or the hardest. Some days, hearing her voice made everything feel more tolerable like the distant between us wasn't so vast. Other days, you could almost feel how far away you were from each other and how much you wished they could be there in person. That constant emotional shift taught me how to hold gratitude and longing at the same time which is something I've carried into all my relationships with my friends and family.
When my mom was gone, life didn't stop. I remember sitting in my dad's office on base while he worked long hours, opening document after document, focused on getting everything done. There wasn't much for me to do except sit quietly and entertain myself with the same boring TV channels (sorry HGTV), learning patience in a way most kids don't have to. It was in those uneventful moments that I started to understand responsibility, just just in a big, dramatic sense, but in everyday acts of showing up and doing what needs to be done.
Another constant in my life was change. Every two to three years, I would leave behind the friends I had just begun to fee at home with, something every military has felt. Each move meant starting over, new schools, new faces, and new environments. At times, it was exhausting, having to rebuild connections again and again, but it taught me how to adapt. I learned how to walk into unfamiliar spaces and confidently find my place, how to connect with people quickly, and how to stay open even when I knew goodbyes were just part of this inevitable gig.
Despite all of the distance, long days, and constant change, I wouldn't change a thing. These experiences shaped me into someone who is resilient, deeply empathetic, independent, and extremely hard working. I've learned how to appreciate time with the people I love, how to stay grounded in uncertainty, and how to find strength in situations that feel out of my control.
Most importantly, growing up in a military family has shown me what it means to serve something greater than yourself. Watching my mom dedicate her life to others across the country, even when it meant personal sacrifice, has influence the path I want to take. I want to be someone who shows up when it matters most, who brings strength and care into critical moments.
This life hasn't always been easy, God only knows that, but it has been meaningful. And it's given me a foundation that I know will carry me forward, no matter where I go next.