My students made me a sign for the first pickup at the airport for our then plebe, Christmas break. Covid plebe so well, all the things, well actually none of the things. My husband and DD walked into our little airport with me. Me carrying the sign my students made. Mind you my students had been my sons peers so they missed him too.
We waited at the bottom of the escalator near baggage claim. Of course he was not first off or even mid way. Passengers saw me and my sign and smiled. Said he’s coming!! He looks great!
I was an excited mess. So excited. In watching the video DD took I looked like a Jack in the box ducking to see who was next coming down the escalator. He was second to last off the flight.
168 days in between hugs. Worth every second of that wait. Hugs to all of those mamas and dads and siblings and loved ones waiting for that hug.
Perspective and adaptation. Fast forward these several years. DS at grad school. Just one state away but life happens. When he comes home for Christmas break it will have been 173 days between hugs. Military moms and dads and siblings adjust. We grow. We adapt. We treasure the time we have and the phone calls and FaceTime we get. We mature in this process. I will still be excited, but he will meet me at the curb and I’ll be so happy to have him home for the few days we get.