April is the month of the Military Child. I mean, there’s a month for everything, right?  So why not one for them? It’s actually not even a thing in Canada as far as I know, but we’re going to go ahead and steal it from the USofA for the purpose of this blog post.  I don’t think they will mind, the American’s I know are actually much nicer than we tend to give them credit for. Let me start off by saying that kids in any circumstance, are special. Farmer’s kids are amazingly resiliant at sleeping in combine’s come harvest time. First Responder’s kids spend nights worrying about dad every time they hear a siren. Pastor’s kids get dragged to every single church potluck and hugged by strangers. And kids who’s parent’s work in banks, in fertilizer plants, in prisons and in offices, they have all learned very special ways to adapt to their own life. But I have me some Military Kids. So that’s what this is about. When April first started, I saw quite a few posts going around the Social Media World. And they started like this: ‘Your average military brat…..’. And I would cringe. Is there an average military child? Some kids, like my husband, will move 5 or 6 times in their life. Accross the country and across the world, they will watch the trucks pack up their life and they will make new friends and learn what TV shows are cool in which crowds.  They will adapt to different playgrounds and different teachers.  Sometimes they will even adapt to a different language. And…