Well, by now most of you know that we are moving. In less than a month we will be Iowans at heart but Texans by location. That's right . . . we are moving from Iowa to Texas! Aaaack!
Every move is different.
I've lived in Iowa, South Dakota, China, England, Iowa, Michigan and Iowa. (Yep, Iowa seems to always lure me back . . . she's a crafty state!) I've done all these moves by myself. (Well, truth be told that for the stateside moves I had help with the packing, driving, unpacking, but ultimately it was my choice, my risk, my life.) These moves were all filled with adventure, excitement, giddy anticipation . . . lots of positive feelings.
This time I've discovered that moving a family is different. It's no longer just me! Now I'm responsible to and for others. And I confess that kind of sucks.
My oldest has burst into tears almost every night for the last week as I tuck her into bed and pray for our move. Tonight she finally said, "I don't want you to pray that out loud anymore. I want you to pray about that place in your mind only. I don't like hearing it in my face." She said this through sobs and tears and gasping breathes. It was horrible . . . I feel horrible.
I tell her that she is brave . . . that this is an adventure . . . that we are doing it together. I tell her that she will find a friend or two or maybe even three . . . that we can write and send pictures to our friends and they will send them to us . . . that home is where we are together. I tell her . . .
What on earth do I tell her?!?!
Have you moved with kids? Any advice? How do I help her grieve and feel her feelings but also see this as an adventure? How?
By the way . . . you are going to hear a lot about this whole moving gig the next month or so because it is basically consuming my every waking moment . . . so thanks in advance for putting up with me, giving me advice, passing on your own stories, keeping me sane (or as sane as I can be).