Homefront: She's a Rich Military Kid

Aug. 15, 2013 | By Seabee Magazine
By Lisa Smith Molinari
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Corsican sceneries, family & people at the beach in calvi
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Corsican sceneries
Corsican sceneries, family & people at the beach in calvi
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In the darkness of Room 318, my husbands gravely snore could be heard over the rattle of the air conditioner. Normally unable to sleep with any kind of racket, I was out like the proverbial light, my mouth agape from the utter exhaustion that comes with moving. Middle-age didnt help either. Our son, draped over the makeshift bed we created for him out of hotel chair cushions and extra blankets, tinkered on his laptop, chatting with Facebook friends about the new school he will enter in the fall. In an identical room one floor above, silently laid my mother -- who had come to help us move in to our assigned base house -- nestled tightly between our two daughters. Grammy our youngest whispered in the darkness. Hu, wha my mother came to, her tired eyes at half-mast. I dont wanna move here. Oh, Sweetie, my mother tried to regain lucidity, I know youre going to miss your sunny house in Florida, but youll love all the seasons in Rhode Island. Now, try to get some slee . . . Well, Im OK with that. Its just that . . . I totally understand, Lilly -- snow gets me down sometimes too, especially during February and March. And when it snows on Easter I have half a mind to catch the next Greyhound bus to the Bahamas. And another thing . . . No, Grammy, I . . . But think of all the sled riding youre going to do! my mother offered, attempting to recover from her self-absorbed rant. Im not talking about that, I . . . Oh, I get it now, youre worried about your new school being too hard. Well, no, Im kind of afraid of . . . The dress code Not . . . Bullies No . . . Boys GRAMMY! Listen to me! Lilly blurted in a hybrid whisper-scream so as to not wake her older sister. Im sorry, Sweetie, what are you afraid of Grammys all ears. In the silence, Lilly tried to pinpoint her feelings about going to private school for the first time, living in a New England resort community, and going from flip-flops and hush puppies to Topsiders and lobster. Im scared, because all the people here are rich, she finally admitted, and were not. Surprised by Lillys admission and exaggerated perception of reality, my mother scanned the recesses of her half-conscious mind for an appropriate response. Dont be so materialistic, Lilly, her older sister, Anna, suddenly blurted from the opposite side of the bed. Grammy chuckled at the irony that Anna, who had been obsessed with making money for shopping since she went door to door selling her old baby dolls in the first grade, would admonish her sister for concerning herself with money. Its not funny, Grammy, Lilly pouted, feeling embarrassed and ganged-up on. Oh, Lilly, Grammy pulled her closer, stroked the soft butterscotch hair away from her face, and allowed the words to flow without aforethought. Youre right. Your Dad doesnt make tons of money -- he chose to serve his country even if it meant taking a lower salary than he could make outside of the military. And your mom put aside her career as an attorney to follow him and raise you kids. No, your family doesnt have a lot of money like some of the folks in this town. But you know what she waited for replies from the pillows flanking her own head. What the sisters said in hushed unison. Rich people might have big bank accounts and vacation homes in the Caymans, but those possessions arent really worth much in the whole grand scheme of things. What matters more is the value of your life experiences. Living all over the world, courage, patriotism, sacrifice, honor, camaraderie, respect, service thats the stuff that money cant buy. Before Mr. Sandman lulled them all back to Lala Land, Grammy kissed her granddaughters on the head and eked out one final edict: Lilly, youre a military kid hold your head up high, because youre the richest girl in town. www.themeatandpotatoesoflife.com   Read more Seabee stories here.