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Three years ago a stranger came to my door and took my son away. After months of crying and arguing, I had come to terms with what he was doing. I had developed a sense of pride, but I was never happy about it. I almost fell over from shock when we received letters from basic; I knew the sergeants made them write, but it was still a shock. We went to Kentucky for family weekend, and I was again shocked by the "lean, mean" young man he had become. He graduated and was sent to Fort Hood. We knew by then that he would be in Iraq within months. We went to Texas a month before he left. I was sick the whole weekend, and I know it was psychological. That horrible, horrible weekend was only the beginning of a year of unspeakable torment.
Today he came home on terminal leave, which just means that he's on leave until the day he's officially out of the army. I've always said that it's too easy for me to slip back into "daughter" mode when I go to my mom's--let her wait on me and do everything for me. Kyle brought home a big bag of dirty laundry, but he also helped with dinner. When I told him to tell his dad that dinner was ready, he screamed across the house ("I could've done that."). He was being goofy when John walked into the kitchen, and John pointed out that he's only that way with his mama. I said I had pretty much figured that out. I know there is so much more underneath, now, but at least he is able to still act like my boy for me.
I don't think I've ever mentioned that Radio City automatically re-hires 60% of the Rockettes for the next season. Once that list comes out, those girls know that they have a job without auditioning--quite a relief. The other 40% do get to audition before they audition brand-new girls. We just found out that Amy is on the 60% list, so she can go off to Japan knowing that she has a job when she comes back.
Today he came home on terminal leave, which just means that he's on leave until the day he's officially out of the army. I've always said that it's too easy for me to slip back into "daughter" mode when I go to my mom's--let her wait on me and do everything for me. Kyle brought home a big bag of dirty laundry, but he also helped with dinner. When I told him to tell his dad that dinner was ready, he screamed across the house ("I could've done that."). He was being goofy when John walked into the kitchen, and John pointed out that he's only that way with his mama. I said I had pretty much figured that out. I know there is so much more underneath, now, but at least he is able to still act like my boy for me.
I don't think I've ever mentioned that Radio City automatically re-hires 60% of the Rockettes for the next season. Once that list comes out, those girls know that they have a job without auditioning--quite a relief. The other 40% do get to audition before they audition brand-new girls. We just found out that Amy is on the 60% list, so she can go off to Japan knowing that she has a job when she comes back.