I never imagined that I’d be the wife of a soldier.
Or the mother of seven (soon-to-be-eight!) children.
I didn’t know homeschooling was even a real thing.
I never thought I’d know how to milk a cow or take a chicken from the coop and have it on the table in under three hours.
And becoming a Catholic? Not a chance!
Life is full of unexpected twists and turns, opportunities taken up or passed by that forever change the course of our lives.
I’ve never regretted the roles I’ve taken up. They’ve made me the woman I am. Indeed, I’m shocked when anyone suggests that what I’m doing is extraordinary. It’s not; it’s just my life. My life: chosen and embraced, right down to the very smallest acts.
So I was a little bit surprised the other day when Davey came home from his first appointment with the VA.
“She asked me if I did my own shopping or if you did it for me,” he said. “I told her, “Nope. I don’t buy a thing. Jen does it all.”
“You’re supposed to do your own shopping?” I asked. “But I’m the one going to the store! It seemed only natural to ask you if you needed anything while I was out.”
“Well, she wrote it in her notes. And she gave me this brochure for you.” VA Caregiver Support. Hm.
Did you know your man is supposed to buy his own underpants? I had no idea! Nor that doing it for him elevated me to caregiver status. I thought we’d have to get way more down-and-dirty before I took on that title.
Now I wonder what else he’s supposed to be doing for himself. Pouring his own coffee? Finding his own keys? My whole world, everything I thought I knew to be right and true, is unraveling before my very eyes. I hope the VA doesn’t leave me hanging like this for long.
But in the meantime, just add that to my list of titles: Catholic, Wife, Mother, Teacher, Farmer, Business Manager, Homemaker, and Caregiver. What the heck. I had a little free time on my hands anyway.