Usually when I’m asked to speak somewhere or write something, it’s to give insight into the lives of Canadian Forces families to a culture that doesn’t know a whole lot about them.  Or what they do know, they see on the news or on Lifetime, a jaded, spun and less than realistic portrayal of a life. Many many days, the military plays very little role in my day to day activities.  I get up, I go to a gym in my (civilian) community.  I get my kids off to (a civilian run) school.  I go to work.  I happen to work on the base part time, so that part is a little skewed.  But then I come home.  I take my kids to Jiu Jitsu at another off base gym.  I clean up and watch Netflix.  I start over. So while the undertones of my life have been set by my spouse’s employment (I live where we were told, not where we choose.  I sleep alone though I’ve been married 14 years), for those mundane daily activities we’re not any different.  We’re average.  My spouse, though in a combat trade and on his 4th deployment, has never been wounded, emotionally or physically.  We walk through life like everyone else. Except we don’t.  Not always.  And there are times of year where the military stops being one of those quiet sideline participants and starts screaming for center stage like a tantrum throwing toddler.  That’s the season of life we are in now.  And I could yell from the rooftops that the military is ‘just a…