oh boy…the cat’s out of the bag. I mentioned here that we are moving our little family across the country this summer. More specifically, from Wisconsin to Maryland. We just told our boys about it last night, who are 5 and 7. Ouch.

My husband and I, of course, believe that this move is the right decision. All logic points to it being a good thing. But that darn emotional side gets ya every time. We were already feeling occasional bouts of apprehension. But seeing “big news” like this hit your kids head on takes it to a whole different level. We tried our best to put a positive spin on the whole thing. When their little eyes started to well up, it was hard to suppress my own chin from quivering. Saying “we’re moving” out loud to them just made it so much more real for me too.

I’ve been in knots for weeks about when the right time to tell them would be…before the school year ends so they can say goodbye? After school is out so they are in care-free summer mode? I think by telling them we just moved forward one baby step. The 7 year old has one more week of school. I’m hoping that by telling him now he can say good-bye and also get some encouraging words from his first grade teacher.

I’m doing a little reliving of my childhood here as well. My family moved a fair amount as I was growing up. It was hard. My parents were so good at making it an adventure. Even when I’m sure my mother was pulling her hair out packing up a family of 5 for the fourth time in 15 years, I never saw her chin quivering. (she must’ve hid it well) I seem to remember feeling like everything would be OK and that my parents had things under control. (note to self: maintain appearance of control)

My family, circa 1975. That’s me in the rainbow shirt!

We always moved in the summertime and my parents turned it into a big vacation road trip adventure. My 2 older brothers and I sprawled out in the back of the station wagon on sleeping bags. We had our own survival kits of books, toys, and plenty of candy. Emphasis on candy. We stopped at all the major landmarks and natural wonders and every Ho Jo’s or Big Boy in between. My favorite part of the all-day car ride, was of course, the end. It was time to scope out a hotel for the evening. My brothers and I always crossed our fingers for one with a pool! (Doesn’t that sound funny these days? That there would even be such a thing as a hotel without a pool?) I’ll never forget staying at the crown jewel for any adolescent hotel pool aficionado…the Holiday Inn HOLIDOME!!!! (second note to self: candy and swimming pools)

Are you getting a little National Lampoon’s Vacation image right about now? *sigh*…ok, enough about the 70’s and 80’s, let’s get back to 2007…

My oldest wrote a little note tonight to his first grade class. It was the first thing he did after we finished breaking the news (and he stopped sobbing). It said:

Dear class,
I will be moveing to Marulind at the end of the summer.
I will miss you and the class. But it will be fun!
Love, CW

at the bottom of the page he drew a sad face with tears.

Isn’t parenting fun? It makes me realize how young the boys are and how much they have ahead of them. That life is full of change and adjustment. They will have victories, losses and broken hearts along the way. And I will be there. With candy…swimming pools…whatever it takes.

(a little note about that first photo. The lincoln log house was a wedding gift from an artist friend of ours. I wish moving our real house would be that easy!)