The Puppet Master

Another day has begun and I seem to be fairing pretty well. I managed to dump my bowl of cereal all over me, my son decided it was the perfect opportunity for him to jump on my lap. (LOL) My husband called me yesterday evening, yay! He called me at 3:00 a.m. his time, he had just gotten back from the field and was extremely exhausted. However he must love me because he decided to call and tell me he loved me before he headed off to bed. He was able to talk to our three year old boy but was unable to talk to our daughters as they were at swim lessons during that time. He promised he will call again soon, so he is able to talk with them.

Speaking of our daughters, last night my oldest daughter was charging her cell phone in my room. So after it completed charging, I took it off the charger and set her alarm on the phone. When I opened the phone though, I saw her screen saver said "daddy is my hero!" How precious is that?!? Our children are so amazing. Saying "our children" gets me thinking about when I was working as an alcohol and drug counselor, we were taught to teach our clients to refer to their children, spouses, mother's, father's as "the children the mother, the husband, the wife ets..." We were taught by using "my" and "our" it gave them the feeling that they were possessions and as a possession you could abuse them, neglect them or do as you want with them.

I have no problem referring to my husband as mine, I have even been contemplating placing puppet strings on him and being his puppet master. It would be quite interesting to see what I could do with him then. This may be a difficult concept with him being in Iraq though. So I suppose I will have to let the puppet master concept go for awhile.

I love my husband and I miss him a lot, I can't wait until we are in each other's arms again!

Till Tomorrow