The Family is More Complete

As I’ve mentioned a few times before, my mother (Military Gramma) lives with us. This works out great because she’s awesome with the kids and terrific around the house. Since the kids are at the ages where they are old enough to get into anything but not old enough to know better, it’s so nice to have an extra set of eyes around the house. She will also be invaluable the next time I deploy.

My younger brother and his wife also live in San Diego. Last week, they both flew back to North Carolina where she is from, and they asked us to look after their dogs for them. We thought about just bringing their dogs here, but we figured that combining their 2 dogs with our 3 and a cat would overload our house and overwork the pooper scooper. Since their apartment is about 30 minutes away (San Diego County is a big place), it would have been a pretty big hassle to head out there 2 or 3 times a day to take care of them. Therefore, we decided that Military Gramma would just stay at their apartment while they were gone.

On the surface, this looked like a great idea. Everyone would get some more room for a few days and have a chance to refresh. I had plans that involved my wife ripping off all my clothes in the middle of the living room after the kids had went to sleep (strangely, this didn’t happen). 

Instead, it just didn’t feel right. The house felt empty. When we asked Military Gramma if she was enjoying her time away, she said, “You know, I think it’s just too quiet.”

Due to some horrible logistics and some last minute planning, she actually came back (with the dogs) two days earlier than planned. Immediately, everything felt better. The house was full, but it was the good kind of full. The house was noisy, but it was the right kind of noisy. Yes, the pooper scooper did scream for mercy, but that’s ok.

It became clear that Military Gramma is now an intricate part of this family. We are now more complete than we were. I don’t want to say that we are complete because there’s always room for more (at some point, I’ll write about my wife’s “Buckets of Love” theory which explains this). My wife’s parents are great and always welcome, and we could always use 6 or 7 more dogs. We are definitely more complete than we used to be though.

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