Communication is a glorious thing. The inventors of SKYPE deserve some sort of medal. Here's Laney-bug skyping with her Daddy:
When Dave left, Laney was 11 months old, crawling, not talking. But still, now at almost 17 months, she knows her Daddy. Leo, perhaps, is basically the same - taller and uses bigger words, thinks he knows everything. Either way, seeing him is good practice for the real deal. It is very funny to watch Dave watch Leo, Laney and I on skype. Laney is at the age where she's into everything, moreso than Leo ever was. I think the second children always catch on faster because they have an older sibling to copy - and Laney, she's such a goof, she's a wild thing. Leo is a little more reserved, content playing the ipod and making puzzles and playing with his firetrucks....all 8 million of them. Today, Dave says to me "Wow, it's a circus over there...." and I thought, "Really, it's just typical Laney and Leo play time". I cannot wait to see how he is wih the kids, what he thinks when he watches the two of them.
Here we are at the end of our deployment....I can see the light. He will be home soon. As hard as this deployment has been, it has also been a huge eye-opener for me and enabled me to do some soul searching on myself.
When Dave left back in July, I thought to myself "How the HELL am I going to do this alone?" - two very active, very smart kids who both require and deserve a great deal of attention without Dave home to help and while trying to finish school. How am I going to keep my sanity? Will my kids survive without getting the same attention from me and my husband like they did before?
Well.....we survived. During this deployment, I ran two half marathons and a full marathon, with a few 8ks and 5ks sprinkled in there. I battened down the hatches when the hurricane blew through in August, downing trees in our neck of the woods, along with knocking out power for two days; I spackled and painted around our house; and most importantly, I am now TWO classes away from graduating with my Bachelor's in criminal justice.....only 8 years since I initially began college at a traditional four year institution - I never thought I would go back to school and graduate, but I am so proud of myself for getting back on the horse. It definitely hasn't been easy.....Leo began preschool, Laney is walking (running) and talking. Most of all, Dave and I grew leaps and bounds in our marriage over the past several months. We're the type with very open lines of communication - we tell each other how it is and work from there. We're head thinkers, rather than emotional thinkers - for the most part. I think we grew to understand one another more, accept things for how they are, and we have been able to realize without much shame, when one of us goofs up and are then, better able to say sorry. And now, we are closer than ever.
BUT, I didn't do all of this alone...I couldn't have done all of this alone. Our family has sacrificed so much to help us - time off work to come down here and just BE here for a weekend; watched the kids for me while I ran races or did training runs; got us through the holidays and ALL of our stuff back afterward; just given my kids that extra bit of attention that I know they miss from only having one parent at home; care packages to Dave.....My running club has supported me through all of my training and races and all of the ups and downs a deployment can bring to one tired Momma; my neighbors - my one neighbor's husband was home for R & R for two weeks when the hurricane came through, and he spent the day after cleaning up my yard, hooking my fridge up to a generator, and fed me and the kids. His wife has watched the dog, the house, and my mail for me on countless occasions and their children have been good friends to Leo. Across the street, my other neighbors have been just as wonderful, swapping the kids so she and I both have gym time, alone time, sanity time. I am sure there are countless other things I could say to explain how everyone in my life has helped me achieve so much this deployment.
I figured out WHO I am and what I want out of life. Before this, I lived with my world revolving around Dave and our kids - I struggled with finding my place in his world and truth be told, I was unhappy. I have never been more comfortable with the person that I am today. I love school and love to learn. I hated running before, but now it's such a great stress outlet for me, I cannot imagine NOT running. I feel like I have found myself and share a life WITH Dave, as opposed to living in his world. For anyone really, especially military spouses, it is SO important to find your own way, your own life outside of your husband's - because when and if they do leave and you're left behind, it can be very lonely and very depressing. It's lonely and depressing as it is, which is why women in my situation need to get out there and have a life too, otherwise, the harshness of this life will eat you alive - it can be very maddening being alone for extended periods of time, especially with children. And even from afar, my husband has done nothing but encourage and support me through everything - my insane school schedule, making new friends, running, impromptu Groupon-buying Laser hair removal (it was a really good deal, :) ), everything I have done, he has been completely supportive. Now looking back, I think "How the HELL did I do all that?" - and truth be told, it all seems like a blur. But, the medals hang on my treadmill, my kids are happy, we are all OK. My husband says that I am his hero, but he is mine. He's enabled me to do all of this, with the support of our family and friends.
Soon we will welcome Dave back home and get on with our lives. What's next for us - we move to COLORADO in the summer. It's a scary and exciting though - exciting because I have heard nothing but great things about the area, scary to be so far away from our family, who has been my backbone throughout this deployment. While where we will go is certain, it makes me nervous to think about a cross country drive, finding a home, etc. But, for the first time, my husband will be here with me to help me make these decisions. So, now, the kids and I wait for him to be home and our entire family is so thankful to be immersed in such a great support system that has made this deployment so much easier on all of us. What am I looking forward to most when Dave does finally get back???? The honeymoon phase that I hope lasts well into 2012! Cheers!
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Run like a Mother....
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| Our club shirts. They are sick. Thank you fearless leader! |
Before I ran, before any of this - Dave, the kids, probably in my college years, I was lost....lost is probably an understatement, I was a MESS. After having kids, I just felt like I was here, moseying along, following my husband around like a lost puppy and tending to the chilluns. Now, after four years of marriage, into our second deployment, I feel more keyed into who I am and what I am supposed to do in life. Be a mom. Run. Drink coffee....hehe, kidding. I was chatting with a girlfriend today and we were talking about life and whatnot - I hit a rough patch over the last few days, not necessarily with the deployment itself, but with my son not sleeping well, coupled with a cold, and my lack of motivation to run. Laney, also, took it upon herself to dip my phone, ever so delicately, into the dog's water bowl, sort of like an Oreo cookie, into milk. WTF??!!?? After letting it air out, it's functioning. I say functioning because every two seconds, the camera comes on and sometimes my scroll thingy doesn't work. But, I can answer calls and send emails, so I'm good for now. Maybe when Christmas rolls around, I'll use my upgrade and get an Iphone (Linda, are you reading this??!!?? LOL)
So, a few bad days....in a row....mental exhaustion, lack of motivation...I think what it all boils down to is, I'm tired. Side note: My good friend and neighbor called me today and was listening to a radio psychic who said there are a lot of spirits on base here, and that they suck the life out of the people, so she was concerned that was the reason I was so tired all the time and drank so much coffee....she made me chuckle tonight! haha! So, I'm done bitching about it. It is what it is. Rather than complaining about it, I bought bunk beds. What the hell, right? It's been in the back of my head for a while - maybe Leo's sleep issues are a combination of mostly missing dad and being in a huge full size bed by himself.
He loves them, the bunk beds. And that makes me very happy because I distinctly remember when I had bunkbeds....and when my brother rolled off the top bunk of said bunk beds on more than one occasion....Leo went to bed tonight, HAPPY, and has been asleep for well over two hours now; I know, doesn't sound like much, but normally he'd be up, eating chips and playing games/reading books/buying random shit on I-Tunes while I work. To hit it home, I let him pick out his own bedding for the bed - Toy Story 3. He's a cool kid, Leo. His dad would be proud to know that he picked out the comforter with Rex the Dinosaur on it.
Although mind has been resistent to run lately, my body has been okay with it. Monday I ran a short 5.5. I started slow but picked up the pace with each mile. I'm going to be honest here: I think when you think you may have to poop, you run faster.
Same thing today, 38 minute run and went 4.67 miles, pushing the kids in the double stroller with a great workout partner. What ever is going on in my head, it goes away once the run is done, and my motivation and confidence comes back. I think that also, being with friends just helps, in general. Our kids are distracted by one another, giving my active brain a chance to relax. A good friend came by with her two wild ones and helped me put together Leo's bunk beds. Pizza, beer, girl time while doing man stuff, it was great. Took like 5 hours, but it was great nonetheless AND my house was probably cleaner after they left than it was before they arrived...BONUS!
Brings me to the next thing: I would not be where I am without the support system that I have and without family to continually support me and the kids. Not only is it the help that I need when I need it, but it's the outreach. Just friends who know when I am having a hard time, in general, that ask how it's going and friends who pop over to bring me a cup of coffee - THANK YOU - and family. We would not be here without family - everyone has been so amazing to open up their homes, come visit, and just lighten the load, making this separation easier and less stressful. The visits here and our visits to them have already helped these three months fly by, and with the holidays right around the corner, not to mention the big 26.2 in about a week and a half, I know that before I know it, I will be counting down the hours until Dave is back. I can't stress enough how thankful I am of everyone who is in our life right now - the running club, I know, has given me more drive than I could imagine and has given me something to look forward to...our regularly scheduled runs, impromptu runs, fellowship, playdates, just good people. My stepmom told me today that she is glad I have friends that take care of us and help us out when we need it. She's right, I'm glad too. It makes me feel more together and connected and busy while Dave is gone; I feel more focused now, more in tune with myself, more "ok" with this life....I was always "OK" with it, but something always screamed "NOOOOOOO THIS SUCKS", now, I guess I'm impartial and used to it - it is what it is. The only thing I can really do from the "homefront" is just stay busy and keep the faith - faith in my husband and faith in the Marines - so I do.
Ending, I hope that my kids will learn and understand one day what we have done for them and gone through. I know my son and daughter will learn countless things from their Daddy and about his experiences in the military - but hopefully not til later in life. I hope my kids will learn from me, just to not give up. Here I am, 25 years old, after 7 years of college, collectively, I am FINALLY almost done, and have done it through two deployments, a pregnancy, and having them AND training for a marathon. Don't ever give up on your dreams, goals, and yourself. It doesn't matter who you are or what you choose to do, to be, just be and just do it. If you want it that badly, you can make it happen.
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