TinkerSon1 is finally home for good. Maybe. I only add the maybe because at some point in time he is going to want his own place, not sharing mine. I hope it is close enough that I get to see him every now and again instead of the once a year for a week of the past five years.
I didn't realize until this morning how much I truly missed him. Sure we have email, and telephone and skype and all the other methods of communication. But until I wrote an email to an old friend this morning and actually typed the words he is home for good, and my eyes teared up, and I felt something just release inside, did I realize that hmmmm, guess I have been pretty stressed about him being gone. Keeping a stiff upper lip sucks.
The Army did wonders for him. And he was happy. He even admitted to me a few weeks ago that in the back of his head, he is glad that he can go back in if he wants to. Of course, I said all the right "mommy things", of course you can honey, you can do anything you want. I then threw in that if he does rejoin the service to please fortheloveofgod pick his next post and make it someplace fun so we can vacation there.
Now the five of us are learning to get along in the same town again. TinkerSons have their own special relationship that has been a little fractured for the past 5 years. They have a bond that can't be broken, but they both have different needs both inside and outside their brother bond. And they are both headstrong and are the one that is "right". Bah. I was glad to see though that when TinkerSon1 came home Thursday, and his brother and sister showed up for dinner, it only took the expected one hour for the boys to revert to being five years old again. The only problem with that is that when they were 5 they were smaller. Now my floors and windows truly shake.
Ah, a few broken items are a small price to pay to have them all home together.
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