Tuesday, December 14, 2010
The kids seem to handle Frank's deployments pretty well... Kassidy and Kameron get it. They are old enough now that they know where he is and what he's doing and how long a year is. They've been through this 4 times now and they roll with it - most of the time. Kennedy will tell you that her daddy is on an airplane. Longest. Flight. Ever. Keeghan will say that his daddy is in Afghanistan. And really, if you know us in real life, you should ask him, because the way he says "Afghanistan" is way too cute! And Kellsey, well, she's going to need to get to know daddy all over again when he comes home in March.
Last night though, Kass, Kam and I were sitting on the couch talking and Kameron said something and then said, "Well when daddy comes home for Christmas we can do that." And I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor and Kassidy's eyes popped out of her head.
Kassidy said, "Kameron, daddy's not coming home for Christmas... why would you think that?!"
Kameron just stared at us. "What do you mean he's not coming home for Christmas?"
"Honey," I said, "He was just home for your birthday... you know he only gets to come home once each deployment..."
"Oh," he said, "Well... that's jank!"
I don't know what jank means, but I think it's bad.
And that was the end of that conversation, and kind of a buzz kill for the evening. I had no idea that he thought Frank would be home for Christmas. He's missed Christmas every other year for the last 7 years now and I guess it was just an unspoken understanding that he wouldn't be here. Sometimes, no matter how many deployments you've been through, it sneaks up and slaps you in the face. And it's... well... jank.