There is nothing like scanning the sea of faces in uniform pouring off the ship...walking down the pier....looking for the tell-tale foot turn and perfect green eyes to know which person to run to. Then you are enveloped in hugs and kisses and tears that you've held at bay for months.
However marvelous all of the above is....there is a part of homecoming few talk about.
And since I like to talk....I'm gonna fill that void.
|At Wrigley Field in our first year of marriage|
We've handled our fair share of separations and deployments....so I thought I'd be honest and just share a few things that we've experienced......
|My Love. Many moons ago.|
Thankfully, it didn't.
But that didn't make me worry any less the next time!
Another homecoming was one week before I delivered String Bean....I was about 15 months pregnant. He had been gone almost all of the pregnancy and I worried about recognizing him as the sea of people unloaded off the ship. I don't really know why I worried.....I mean, I was there, the size of a house in a white dress.....he could see me on the pier before the boat docked. Seriously.
He was smart enough not to tell me that until about a year had gone by.
|7 months pregnant with String Bean|
|Being a goofball at my baby shower|
There have been the obvious struggles of figuring out a new routine....the unexpected frustrations brought by My Love not knowing where things were kept....the expectation that he would come home and just know what needed to be done.....
Which, for the record, is ALWAYS unrealistic, unreasonable, and ridiculous.
The surprising things that could cause anger - like him not knowing how to pack the diaper bag, or forgetting the foods I was allergic too.....that had only popped up SINCE he left. Everything can seem a bit exaggerated when they finally get home.
Sooooo, here are my tips: prepare, prepare, prepare.
Label things to help them find stuff without having to ask you for every little thing.
Make a check-list for various things - what the kids need in their lunches, what belongs in the diaper bag, normal routine for bed....
Keep your sense of humor.
And keep your perspective in check.....because, although I have been nervous and there have been growing pains with every homecoming.....
I will never forget standing at the washing machine unloading My Love's sea bag and sobbing.....purely because I could do his laundry - and that meant he was home.
|Us. Together. And all is well in the world.|