I have mentioned a few times before that my husband got picked up for Warrant Officer Flight School. For us this is an amazing opportunity, one filled with challenges and promise. It is a 18-24 month course broken down into 4 major schools with a few other minor courses mixed in. Each of these schools vary in length, content and separation requirements. It has been no secret to us that there would be two of those schools where he would have little to absolutely not contact with us. It still doesn't make it any easier. This very first course is one such class. 7 weeks, no contact except for church on Sundays and two phone calls during the week, one for an hour and the second only 30 minutes. This course is called Warrant Officer Candidate School. We both know that is meant to be like basic training all over again and that it is a means to an end, but the girls.... all they understand is that Daddy is leaving for a long time again.
We have only had him back for 45 days after another 10 week long school, except that time we were thousands of miles away and only had skype on the weekends. That 45 days was just long enough for Loo to wrap her head around having him solidly back in her life again.
We debated on when to break the news to them. Too early in the week and they would forget, but we didn't want to taint what little time we had left either. So we decided to celebrate our 8th anniversary as a family and tried to make the most for the girls. Major pool time in the morning, nap time, then shopping adventure with Daddy before we went out to a nice steakhouse. We broke the news to them on the way home.
Ames kind of understood, but she was too ramped up from all the shopping and dinner to fully process it. When we put them to bed we had "the talk" with each of them again and they were crushed. Loo's little lips quivered as she pouted. She latched on to him like she could stop him from leaving. It passed quickly in true toddler fashion and we said good night, but you could still see the saddness in her eyes. Ames did not take it as well. She bawled and demanded that she didn't want to hangout with Daddy in the morning while I went to my doctor's appt. The next minute she was clinging to him smothering him in kisses and cuddles.
Fast forward to the drop off. Loo was so tired she won't realize what happened for another few hours now, because it was nap time. Ames though was a tough cookie and didn't cry this time. She smothered him in hugs, kisses and love...twice! Daddy reminded her that we'd see him at church and I know that helped a lot. It wasn't until dinner and bedtime that it truly sunk in that Daddy wasn't coming home....
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