Tonight we have 3 really stressed, sad and scared kids.
Through this whole process, the kids have been so good. Helping out with the move in every way. Packing, unpacking, road-tripping.
We have great kids. And I fear we have taken this for granted, assuming that they can handle anything we throw at them.
But today, this past weekend, it has become apparent that this move is a stretch, even for our amazing, flexible, wonderful children.
my heart hurts for them. I don’t know how to make this hurt less. There is no turning back. We live in Oklahoma now.
I know, in time, they will make friends, we all will. And I know they will do well in school, it’s who they are. And I know right now it is very very hard.
So, I hug them, pat their backs, make them cookies and assure them it will be ok.
And after I kiss them goodnight, and they go to bed, I weep, and pray.