So I've been keeping this updated right? Not so much.
Life has just been so touch and go. So up and down. In and out.....anymore cliche examples needed?
But seriously. Joe is getting ready to leave for Basic Training. Which means Isaac and I are pretty much on our own for 8 weeks. We will do some traveling. And visiting family. And then we will see Joe at his graduation in San Antonio, Texas. We'll be there at the end of May. After that we have 10 more weeks to go without him. I never pictured spending that much time without the love of my life, on my wedding day. But when certain life goals change...you learn to roll with the punches. Right? I'm so proud of him. I know it is going to be so much harder on him, as Isaac and I will have each other and family around in the midst of our traveling. But he will be knee deep in training and DI's. It is the beginning of a new chapter in our life. I am excited. But definitely nervous.
Dear Diary,
I promise I will have a more exciting blog when this BMT stuff is over and life is more settled.
K.
An update, of sorts
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Already doing a fabulous job at keeping this blog updated, obviously. Agh. I just don't feel like I have the energy or inspiration to sit and write anything that people would be interested in reading at the end of a long day.
But life is still happening every day, clearly.
Joe had his 60 day briefing today. 60 days! Whoa, reality check. 60 days is definitely very far out. 18 weeks without my beloved?? I thought I had more time to come to terms with it. Isaac without his Daddy for that long? Except for Graduation obviously, at the 8 week mark. Joe is going to do fabulous. Isaac and I are going to be just fine. We'll just miss him, terribly.
Isaac is on the go, every waking hour. I believe, to my core, that this child internally wishes that there were more hours in a day for him to dash about the house and explore cabinets, off limit areas, and who knows what else. It's taking time to adjust to doing daily chores while intervening with him...but I know it can be done. I mean, if we expect to have any more children it MUST be done. Right? Right. Atleast when more little ones come along they will be able to enjoy each others company and entertain each other instead of getting into everything in the house. Ha! Or hit multiple areas at ONE time....that's more realistic. But I can't wait :) I have had MAD baby fever lately. With little Gavin being born to Jess and Beau. He is so beautiful. I love the newness and wonder of a brand new child. It makes my heart go pitter pat and my uterus wriggle inside of me while screaming WHEN?? WHEN?? Soon. End of the year soon. If we're so blessed of course.
I'm still planning on taking that 4 week CNA course while Joe is gone at BMT. I just have to work something out with child care that I am comfortable with. We'll see how it works out.
So there is a minor update. It's late. And Joe has to work tomorrow so no sleeping in for Mama!
Bed Time :)
But life is still happening every day, clearly.
Joe had his 60 day briefing today. 60 days! Whoa, reality check. 60 days is definitely very far out. 18 weeks without my beloved?? I thought I had more time to come to terms with it. Isaac without his Daddy for that long? Except for Graduation obviously, at the 8 week mark. Joe is going to do fabulous. Isaac and I are going to be just fine. We'll just miss him, terribly.
Isaac is on the go, every waking hour. I believe, to my core, that this child internally wishes that there were more hours in a day for him to dash about the house and explore cabinets, off limit areas, and who knows what else. It's taking time to adjust to doing daily chores while intervening with him...but I know it can be done. I mean, if we expect to have any more children it MUST be done. Right? Right. Atleast when more little ones come along they will be able to enjoy each others company and entertain each other instead of getting into everything in the house. Ha! Or hit multiple areas at ONE time....that's more realistic. But I can't wait :) I have had MAD baby fever lately. With little Gavin being born to Jess and Beau. He is so beautiful. I love the newness and wonder of a brand new child. It makes my heart go pitter pat and my uterus wriggle inside of me while screaming WHEN?? WHEN?? Soon. End of the year soon. If we're so blessed of course.
I'm still planning on taking that 4 week CNA course while Joe is gone at BMT. I just have to work something out with child care that I am comfortable with. We'll see how it works out.
So there is a minor update. It's late. And Joe has to work tomorrow so no sleeping in for Mama!
Bed Time :)
Of life and duty
Friday, January 9, 2009
I can see it is going to be difficult for me to blog regularly. It's been over a week.
It isn't that I don't THINK about it. I do. It's just that I have SO much that I want to get "out" that I feel a post will end up being completely random and skip around so much that no one would be interested in reading. Loss of interest would happen early on.
I think there's just so much going on in my head, that I have no way to organize it. But at the forefront, March 31st looms. What will I do? How will I be a "single parent" essentially? How will I be a good mother while missing my wonderful, loving husband desperately. Better figure it out. Because the world we are entering, does not ask questions like that first.
People have been asking me how Joe is holding up as his active duty date gets more real. Well, he made this decision. He initiated this life change. He is EXCITED! When one spouse/family member/significant other makes a decision to commit his life and rights to the Military, where does that leave everyone else? For all intensive purposes I will focus this point on the Miltary Spouse. Wife or Husband. I wholeheartedly believe that we are called to duty as well. We must understand that the Military and their orders come first. There is no "oh maybe I can just get of this trip" or "I'll see what I can do". "They" are the be all end all.
So when a spouse leaves, for training, deployment...anything. Why is it that the spouse and the duty that they are left with falls to the wayside? They are the ones raising the kids for the time being. Handling the homefront. Making sure things stay even and settled while the spouse/mommy/daddy is doing their job. No matter how far away that job takes them. In my opinion that deserves some respect too. No, it isn't the same. But that doesn't mean it isn't difficult, or important. I definitely don't mean to downplay or cast a shadow on the responsibility and importance of the spouse that serves in the military. They have the hardest job of all. I just feel like as people inquire about what we are about to do, they seem to forget that there is a wife, and a child involved as well.
With what I am about to embark on, I have a feeling I will gain a new respect for spouses that spend months, and years apart from their loves. And have to answer the questions to their children about why Daddy or Mommy isn't there again, for whatever event is going on. Even if it is just a relaxed Saturday afternoon.
But with all of that weight, and stress. Comes great pride. A pride that when thought about, already moves me to quiet tears.
I'm excited to become part of this world. But that does not mean that I take this "duty" lightly.
It isn't that I don't THINK about it. I do. It's just that I have SO much that I want to get "out" that I feel a post will end up being completely random and skip around so much that no one would be interested in reading. Loss of interest would happen early on.
I think there's just so much going on in my head, that I have no way to organize it. But at the forefront, March 31st looms. What will I do? How will I be a "single parent" essentially? How will I be a good mother while missing my wonderful, loving husband desperately. Better figure it out. Because the world we are entering, does not ask questions like that first.
People have been asking me how Joe is holding up as his active duty date gets more real. Well, he made this decision. He initiated this life change. He is EXCITED! When one spouse/family member/significant other makes a decision to commit his life and rights to the Military, where does that leave everyone else? For all intensive purposes I will focus this point on the Miltary Spouse. Wife or Husband. I wholeheartedly believe that we are called to duty as well. We must understand that the Military and their orders come first. There is no "oh maybe I can just get of this trip" or "I'll see what I can do". "They" are the be all end all.
So when a spouse leaves, for training, deployment...anything. Why is it that the spouse and the duty that they are left with falls to the wayside? They are the ones raising the kids for the time being. Handling the homefront. Making sure things stay even and settled while the spouse/mommy/daddy is doing their job. No matter how far away that job takes them. In my opinion that deserves some respect too. No, it isn't the same. But that doesn't mean it isn't difficult, or important. I definitely don't mean to downplay or cast a shadow on the responsibility and importance of the spouse that serves in the military. They have the hardest job of all. I just feel like as people inquire about what we are about to do, they seem to forget that there is a wife, and a child involved as well.
With what I am about to embark on, I have a feeling I will gain a new respect for spouses that spend months, and years apart from their loves. And have to answer the questions to their children about why Daddy or Mommy isn't there again, for whatever event is going on. Even if it is just a relaxed Saturday afternoon.
But with all of that weight, and stress. Comes great pride. A pride that when thought about, already moves me to quiet tears.
I'm excited to become part of this world. But that does not mean that I take this "duty" lightly.
3 months.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
3 months and counting.
3 months exactly until Joe leaves for BMT with the Air Force. I have to laugh ( to keep from crying perhaps...just kidding. Kind of. ) when I think about what our plans were 8 months ago, where we were living 6 months ago, and how vast the space between is. Wow! In May we had just relocated to Arizona for Joe to start a career in MARKETING. In August he was sitting in a chair, across from a Recruiter for the United States Air Force. To say that wasn't in the plans, is beyond an understatement.
It was overwhelming. To try and wrap my head around what this decision would require of me, for the next year. Well...a lot longer than the next year but, that's all I could worry about at the moment. I didn't know exactly what I'd be looking at. But now we're back in Michigan, getting ready for Joe to leave. And here is what I know...
3 months exactly until Joe leaves for BMT with the Air Force. I have to laugh ( to keep from crying perhaps...just kidding. Kind of. ) when I think about what our plans were 8 months ago, where we were living 6 months ago, and how vast the space between is. Wow! In May we had just relocated to Arizona for Joe to start a career in MARKETING. In August he was sitting in a chair, across from a Recruiter for the United States Air Force. To say that wasn't in the plans, is beyond an understatement.
It was overwhelming. To try and wrap my head around what this decision would require of me, for the next year. Well...a lot longer than the next year but, that's all I could worry about at the moment. I didn't know exactly what I'd be looking at. But now we're back in Michigan, getting ready for Joe to leave. And here is what I know...
- I'm going to hug and kiss my husband goodbye and have very little contact for 8 weeks.
- I'm going to be a single parent, essentially, for those 8 (9 really) weeks
- I'll be overwhelmed with emotion, often
- After I get through those 8 weeks, I'll see my husband graduate and become Airman Ciaramella. I will be unbelievably proud. I'll cry. And kiss him. Lots.
- The reunion will be shortlived, as Joe will then head to another base in Texas for Tech School (Job Training) for another 10 weeks. (really 11-12 because we all know the military is anything but on time ) By the way, during these 10 weeks we will find out where our first station is! (oh, the possibilities!)
- FINALLY after all of that (Mid-August roughly) Joe will come home to Michigan. We'll do lots of visiting with friends and family. He'll have 10-14 days until he has to report to his first station.
- I WILL REVEL IN THE GLORY OF ONCE AGAIN BEING IN OUR OWN HOME. Even though it takes us away from our "home, home". It will be wonderful to once again be in a place we can call ours.
Just to clarify, I know 18-20 weeks is nothing compared to the spouses/families/friends of soldiers that are deployed for 15+MONTHS. But I'm not in that situation. It doesn't make either situation less difficult, this is just what I'm dealing with. Joe and I have spent little time apart in the last 3 years, and with a child...it's going to be no small task for our little family. But we will definitely make it through, and be stronger for it! It's all part of learning this new life we are walking into.
So that is a run down of the upcoming year. From March-August/September '09. What comes after that? I have NO idea. And that's pretty stinkin' neat if you ask me!
I am so excited about what's to come. While I have NO idea what it will entail, I'm ready to take it on.
So I sit here running through what I will be going through this coming year. And it is NOTHING compared to what Joe will be facing. He has to do the same amount of time apart as I do. But he's not only going to be away from me, but our son as well. Our families, and friends. But he's more than willing to pay the small sacrifice of time for his goal. I love how passionate he gets about things. And serving his country has brought a new level of passion that I have never seen before. At least in terms of "career". I thought he was excited about Positive Technology ( and he was ) but that pales in comparison to THIS excitement. He craves the fulfillment and pride that the Military will bring. And I'm proud to be his wife.
I'm more than willing to do my time in the silent ranks, to see that smile everytime he talks about our future. And then..the pitter-pat comes. Ahh, so cheesy. Get used to it, friends!
It is way past this momma's bed time! Better try to catch a few hours of sleep.
Good Night!
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