Today is a very bittersweet occasion here at the CbsoP campus. It marks the end of the most remarkable time that we have had as a family in our new home and the beginning of something greater. It was a day full of laughter and tears. It was a time for new traditions and memories. Today is the day that my wife returned to Turkey.
It was about ice cream for breakfast. Lots of it. With whipped cream. It was about memories of the past two and a half weeks of fun, food and bonding that we did not have the chance to do as a family when we moved in. For the first time in the history of our family the four men of the Russell household bade farewell to our home’s most important member as she left to do something greater than even she believes she is doing.
Her time here wasn’t wasted. There was a flurry of cooking, with recipes from the Far East, the Mediterranean, South America and the Deep South. There were oohs and ahhhs from everyone over one dish or another, and many will be featured here in the next few days.
We laughed. A lot. We bonded. We spent time together and went to events. We cried. In short, we relived the last seven months of our lives in a very short time. “Mom” the myth became “Mom, the nurturing mother.”; no longer just a face on a computer screen.
The kids love her. I love her. We all miss her to the point of insanity. Suddenly losing a mother does that to kids… Especially when that mother is a very, very good one. But in the process she has given us a whole new family tradition.
Ice cream for breakfast.
From this point in time forward, if ever there is a time when one family member will be away for a long period of time, there will be ice cream for breakfast. There will be laughter and stories and good wishes. Because the alternative is gloomy, and this is not a conducive environment for kids. It’s bad enough to say goodbye to your mother for 6 months without having to worry about eating a well balanced breakfast. So why not go all the way and just go for dessert?
It works for us.
Other than that the long wait has begun again. Until then, we will fly a yellow ribbon and wish for a safe and healthy return.
Peace out Y’All. I’m done for the day.
Keep our men and women abroad in your thoughts and prayers. It’s all that they ask.