The little dude and I were on our own for a few nights this week. Normally his dad in charge of bedtime - they take care of the tooth brushing, bath and p.j.s, and I usually join them for a story and good night kisses. This is my little reward at the end of the day - a little bit of time to myself. Plus, it's great for them - father and son bonding time. I know how lucky I am to have this, and especially lucky to have this right now, because in less than a year it will all change.
We're lucky that my husband (we'll call him Pilot Pete) is on shore duty and gets to come home for dinner pretty much every night. Once he rejoins the fleet there will be late nights and long separations. We have separations now, but a few days or even a few weeks is nothing compared to the 6-8 month deployments we'll soon face. The little dude was 3 months old when we moved out here, and the first time Pilot Pete went away it was for two weeks. I was terrified. I couldn't imagine how I could get through that many days and nights with no back up. And then a funny thing happened. We survived. Little by little, after every time Pilot Pete went away, I gained confidence. I hope that by the time he rejoins the fleet I'll have enough of these little separations under my belt that a big one won't seem like such a big deal.
At this very moment there are thousands of military wives all over the world holding their families together while they wait for their husbands to return. It never gets any easier, but you do get used to it. I tip my hat to them, and say thanks for serving. Our time is coming, and I think I'll be ready.