Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Part Two of an Update on US...

(I am going to pick up right where I left off in my last post, so if you haven't read that you may want to go back & read it first)

After listening to the voicemail from Matt I had to listen to it again just to make sure I heard him right.  Yes, it was true. He definitely said he would be home in 3 or 4 days. It was such a surreal feeling & I decided almost instantly that I would not tell the kids he was coming. I kept it a secret for a few reasons:
  • If things changed and he didn't show up I didn't want their little hearts to be crushed :(
  • I am always up for a chance to give someone a fantastic surprise-especially my kids or hubby :)
  • ( this may have been my #1 reason) I didn't want the kids asking me ten-trillion questions a day!
Is that last reason horrible of me!?  I imagine their questions sounding something like this, "When will Dad be here?", "Will we be awake when he comes?",  "Is he going to come while I am at school?",  "Can I hug him first?",  "Can I show him my new shirt?",  "Can I tell him about my cut on my leg?",  "When is it 4 days...is that tomorrow?", "Where is Dad now?", "Does Dad get to come to Church with us?", "Can we eat dinner with Dad?"....and that would just be in the first 5 mintutes after telling them!!

There was also the delicate task of explaining to the kids that Matt's sister had Cancer. How can  7, 5,  & 3 year olds even be expected to understand something like that, I wondered.  I know that kids understand so much more than we give them credit for, but I still wondered how it would afect each of them to hear that she was really sick. Sicker than they could understand.  There was also a certain concern of how it would affect the kids to see Matt again so soon. He had just been home in January visiting us for a 2 week R&R that all deployed soldiers are allowed during a long deployment. It was so great to have him home, and I tried my best to help the kids understand that he was not home to stay.  "This is just a visit.", I remember telling the kids.  I also said something like, "The next time Dad comes home it will be to stay!" I was wishing now that I hadn't added that since most Red Cross Leave only consists of a 7-10 day break. How many send offs could our little brood take? I figured that rather than worry more than I needed to, which is nearly impossible for me anyway, I would just wait to cross those bridges when they came.

Life went on as usual (and by usual I mean sleeping in the basement like it's a WWII bunker & you're just waiting for a "tornado bomb" to be dropped at any moment) the next few days, and I made sure to keep my phone with me at all times. I didn't want to miss any call or text from Matt that would give me the much anticipated update on his travels. I can't remember for sure, but I think the next time I heard from him was on Friday afternoon. He gave me an airline name and an arrival time. It turned out that he would be coming at the same time as an Easter Egg Hunt/Potluck that I had planned with a bunch of people in our Ward.  Rather than have the kids miss out on the much anticipated event I was able to drop them off, pick Matt up at the airport, take him home, and go back in time for the pot luck.  I realize that it must sound pretty odd not to bring the kids. However, I have found over the years that it is nice to have our own private reunion, and let the kids have their own special reunion that I can stand back and enjoy watching.  Oh, and about going back to the pot luck...Matt had been traveling for almost 3 days with almost no sleep and an almost 12 hour time change, so at Matt's request I took him home to catch up on a little sleep while the kids and I finished enjoying the Easter festivities.

I was so excited for the kids to see Matt and let the secret out that I only spent about 45 minutes before rounding the kids up and heading home. I sent Matt a text and told him we were on our way & to hide somewhere.  I can't remember if it was my idea or his, but he ended up hiding in the shower. (I'm pretty sure it was my idea considering how bizarre of a hididng place it was!)

While driving home I was trying to think of how I could lure all the kids into the bathroom together. The answer was fairly obvious considering that anytime I step foot into the bathroom I am immediatly "needed" by all the kids, and they can't possibly wait to more seconds for me to finish my, ahem...business :) I wished there were a more suitable option considering my plan to record the surprise, but thought I would have to make due. As soon as the kids and I pulled into the drive way I spurted out, "I have to go to the bathroom-Trin, make sure everyone gets in the house!", and then I hopped out of the van and ran into the house.