Today, they will pack up all of your stuff.
Your prized Lego models that took so long to build,
A favorite collection it took so long to gather.
All wrapped up in brown paper.
You look at your friends,
You wonder if you will ever see them again.
You worry they will make new friends.
You think they will forget about you.
Tomorrow a big truck will pull up on our road.
They will load all of your stuff into it.
Then you will watch it pull away.
You worry and wait for what’s next.
Today, tomorrow, and the days after will be hard.
There will be lots of change.
There will be lots of worry.
There will be lots of things we cannot predict.
But I will be there with you.
I will hold your hand.
We will do this together.
And, on the other end, we will make the best of this life.
You are a military kid.
I am a military mom or dad.
We are a military family.
And we will make the most of this next adventure. Together.
© Chameleon Kids 2015
Our first shipment of household goods left today and I’m feeling the sadness and angst my kids have been working through the past few weeks. It’s been the most emotionally challenging move we’ve done, both in distance and awareness. The kids have had ups and downs, trying to process all of the big changes that are just around the corner.
Luckily, my son (who is feeling the upheaval most intensely) has been able to make some life lasting connections with the boys he’s so sad to leave behind. He took his First Communion this past weekend. My husband and I were equally proud and embarrassed that, despite the hubbub around First Communion, he didn’t realize what a big deal it was until he saw the cake. I guess he’s been to enough formal events in his 8 years that suits, photographers and prominent guests mean very little to him. LOL. When he saw the 100+ person sheet cake we ordered for his party, he said “WOW, this must big a really big deal!!” Thankfully I didn’t over estimate and the cake was gone before the weekend was out.
Since my last post I finished Kristin Hannah’s “The Nightingale” and Christina Baker Kline’s “Orphan Train.”
I’m working my way through “Spool of Blue Thread,” but I don’t know that I’d recommend it.