Deployments. Ehhh...I'm not partial to them. Don't get me wrong, Jackson and I are getting by just fine. We always do. But it certainly is different now that he is older. He misses his Dad and doesn't understand why. He talks about his Daddy all day long, pretends like he's talking to him on his play phone, sings songs about him, and carts around his Daddy Doll room to room. There's just some things mom's can't do ya know. I try my best. I know I'm not his buddy like his Daddy is. I can't help feeling like Brandon is missing out on so much. Just in the last few weeks Jackson has grown so much. He is talking more, walking more, and of course exploring more.
The doctor once told me that I have a "spirited" boy. It's basically like saying he's very active. Jackson does everything to the tenth power. Which certainly makes for a tired Mama at the end of the day. Sometimes I feel like I'm living groundhog day, my days all blend together and are somewhat the same. We have our routine. Jackson is so smart. Smarter than I often give him credit for. Because just when I think I'm safe, he figures out a way to undo what I did, to climb or reach what I thought he couldn't, and to mess up what I've just cleaned up. I must say the age that he is right now is by far my favorite. I get so much enjoyment out of just watching him. What a happy delightful boy, so curious and spirited about everything in his path. I try as hard as I can to just soak up every moment with him.
It's also the most exhausting age. I'm so ready for bed at the end of the day. And doing it alone certainly hasn't made it easier. I want to share this with Brandon. I'm not sure if it's just the weather, or that it's fall, or maybe that I've had a horrible cold, but I seem to just be dragging by. Day after day, oh so tired. There's nothing to do but keep going. It is what it is. For now we wait. Wait until he comes home. And hope that when he gets here, we're not too tired to enjoy it.