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Seems like a good thing, right? But all change, even good change, brings some stress. This has been the hardest transition of all of John's redeployments. I'm not exactly sure why. Perhaps because it is final, there is no more traveling for months at a time. That sounds backwards, but that's the way it is. Maybe part of it is knowing that the extra money from deployments (housing allowance, hazardous duty pay, etc) won't ever be there again.
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I think part of it is that John came home to two teenagers who had their own minds and needed different things from their dad, who was not all caught up on the situation. My ways of handling the situations that arose had to change because John had different ideas (and I'm not happy about handing back the reins!). That's probably the hardest thing right there.
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Fitting this person back into the family dynamic is difficult. Yes, we had lots of phone calls and emails, and John "parented from afar" but that is not the same at all as being there as things happen.
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Things that have changed:
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We don't have the nightly tears, "I want my Daddy!" from Luci. (This photo is from December 2009.) That is a good thing. But now she's transitioned into, "I want my Grandma!" or "I want Pal!" (the dog who was run over 3 years ago), or "I want my China Momma!" or anything else that is not reachable now. What is good is that Luci only cries for those things when she is extremely tired. Unlike crying for Daddy when he was in Afghanistan--that she did every night. It was pitiful!
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Here's the sign we put up for John's homecoming. Check out Build a Sign / Troops to get one for your favorite troop. It's nice to not have to have the yellow ribbons anymore. We also notice everyone else's ribbons, and talk about the families in those homes.
Sweet that John can tell us things in person now, and we don't have to play "Where's Waldo?" just to see him.
Did you find him? Here he is!
It was strange taking these signs off of the van's windows. Not only is the vehicle more bare now, but have you noticed how many silver vans there are in any given parking lot? I can never find ours now...those signs did more than let the world know that we were missing a vital part of our family. More than once I've walked to the wrong van!!