|Posted by Debbie Gould on January 19, 2011 at 9:23 PM||comments (23)|
It's been a while since I've been on here. Figured I'd better get back into the swing of things. Last time I posted was October of 2009, and Renee was just headed to Afghanistan. She made it through that deployment and was back home the end of May 2010.
Her transition back to a "normal" life was quite difficult this time. But like the strong woman she is, she made it happen. I think having Jadin back again helped a lot.
Well, having been home only 9 months, she has to go back again. It's so damn frustrating, but I digress. I'm not about to get political on my blog, lol.
So anyway, she heads back to Afghanistan the end of February, and we go down to pick up Jadin and bring him back to Florida in just a few weeks. Bitter sweet, that. One the one hand, I get to spend another eight months with my grandson, who by the way will be six Feb. 3rd. On the other hand I have to send my daughter back into the war zone. My heart aches just thinking about it, but I am not going to dwell on something I can't change.
I want to fill you in on a conversation I had with Jadin on the phone a couple days ago.
We live in Vermont, but it's on the border of NY. I was driving through town in NY, talking to Renee on my cell, (yeah, yeah, I know) and I pulled up to a stop sign. I look over to my left and there is the town cop car sitting there looking at me yacking away on the cell. (Ummm p.s. I'm not sure I was wearing my seat belt either...shhhh) Well, shit, I say, as he starts to pull out. I tell Renee I think I'm about to be pulled over and hang up. But, to my advantage, two cars pulled up behind me. By the time the police would have had a chance to pull out after me, I was already almost to the border, so I don't think they even bothered at that point.
So, I called Renee back and Jadin answered.
"Nina? Did you get pulled over by the police?"
"No." I said. "I got away before the came after me."
"You RAN from the police? You can't run from the police, you'll get in more trouble, they'll call in more police and they'll arrest you." He tells me is his five year old authoritative voice. How he knows this, I don't even want to ask.
I tried explaining that I didn't run from the cops, that they just didn't have time to come after me, but he wasn't having any of it. Even went so far as to tell me I should have waited for them, given them time to turn on their lights and come after me. LMAO!
I wish I had recorded his fifteen minute lecture. I could have played it back to him every six months from the day he turns sixteen. Then let him tell me his view on giving police the time to turn their lights on, lol.
So, yeah, this is just a small taste of what I have in store for the next eight months. The older he gets, the more opinionated he gets. Renee once asked me if it was bad that her five year old kept getting in the last word. Ummmm, yeah, I'd say that's a bad sign. Since it's just the two of them all they do is debate each other, it's a bit scary that he leaves her speechless 80% of the time. Although I will say, he knows his boundaries. Being a military brat already, he has impeccable manners in public and knows not to push his mom to far. Their debates on the other hand, priceless.
Anyway, I promise to keep everyone up to date better than I have been doing.
By the way, I've finished co-writing Sins of the Mind with L.J. Garland. We're going to spiffy it up and get it submitted. Cross your fingers for us, we have tons of new stories coming.
Thanks to all for your support,