I grew up an AF brat. My parents divorced when I was in first grade. Needless to say, there wasn't much routine in our life. Holidays were spent with whoever had custody. Shoot. I didn't even attend a school for more than 2 years until I was in 7th grade. It never mattered where we were, we were fortunate to be loved wherever we were. I never felt left out. Hell, my brother and I qualified for frequent flyer miles with all the flying we did, alone, to see grandparents or parents. We were bred to be independent. Shoot. Although my father and grandparents don't walk this world anymore, I see my Mom more than my brother, and we live 20 miles apart. The mother is 6 hours away. At any rate, my point is, as long as the kiddos know they are loved, distance doesn't matter as much, actually, I probably wouldn't have been as close to my family if they hadn't lived so far away.