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PFC Aloha is now LCPL Konnichiwa as he is off in Okinawa now.
I don't mind. I'm glad he's on the other side of the world. Not that I don't miss him. I miss him.
But I wonder sometimes, "If he wasn't on the other side of the world right now...what would he be doing?"
And usually the answer is: Finding fault with his mother.
So, I'm glad he's over there. His life is way more interesting than it would be if he wasn't over there. I have no idea what he does there but it's better than what he'd be doing here that's for sure.
"You should go visit him!" says Everyone who never priced out a few round trip tickets to the other side of the world.
I pretend I'm going to go visit him in Okinawa just so I don't look like a jerk for wanting a new kitchen instead of wanting to see my son.
He was just here visiting at Thanksgiving and we had early extra Christmas for him then. How much visiting can we do? It's not 1911, We are in constant contact.
However, no one is allowed to call him.
"No one needs to talk directly with Max, ya got that?" I said to his Grandmothers. "Anyone who calls him is going to owe me a dollar a minute. Text him. and If I die, call the Red Cross and let them tell him
about it- it's free for them but you two....no. You don't need to talk to him."
What the hell do they have to say to him anyway? It's not like either of them are doing anything interesting. They call and ask the same questions over and over.
"When are you coming home?"
Where are you going next?"
"Do you like it?"
"what do you do?"
He got so annoyed with it--he forbid me to ask any of these ever again. And when I get new information I have to write it down and refer to it on my own time.
"Mom...seriously, I told you this the last time we talked....ok...write it down now, because I'm not saying it again."
I was so proud of myself --when he came home for Early extra Christmas, I couldn't wait to show him on the refrigerator where I had my "information about him written".
"Look, I wrote it--and I haven't mentioned this since."
When Max was home this last time, he only complained about one thing I did.
He noticed a picture of himself as a baby and asked, "Who dressed me?"
As if he didn't know.
I said "I dressed you!"
"Really Mom? This is the problem."(Is it? Really? Is how I dressed him as a baby "the problem"? God I hope so. Imagine if he completely forgot all the mistakes I made as a parent and he believes this clothing choice I made 20 years ago is the worst thing I ever did. ) " Mom, A tuxedo? You made me wear a tuxedo?! "
"It was your birthday! You were cute. and you liked it, you wore it all the time, in summer You would go out to play in snow boots and a bow tie."
He wore the craziest clothes. I would buy him clothes but sometimes I would look out at him playing and realize his clothing was tattered "He looks shipwrecked in the back yard...or recently mauled by lions. "
He couldn't deny he was a cute baby--he really was super cute.
I thought, if this is the worst thing he can come up with after being home for 9 days....then Konnichiwa is running out of things to blame on me.
When he was home, he was running around visiting friends and we would see him here and there. About day 7 I was sitting in the kitchen doing some homework (I go to school now) minding my own business and he came in about 10 pm. Then he started talking and talking and talking and talking and eating everything that was edible and talking and talking and talking to me about his life in Hawaii and he talked for over two hours. That was really nice.
When I went to bed my husband asked, "You two done making all that noise down there."
"Max was talking,"
"You were laughing so loud, I could hear you through the floor,."
And he is funny and I do miss him and I would like to go visit him--but I really really really need a new kitchen!