Friday, June 20, 2008
We didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
C. came home ready to relocate. One of those days at work when it seems everyone has too much time on their hands and not enough work to do so they actually have time to create "issues." I don't miss that about my work. I have simply been too busy with the planning of our cross-country move to worry about that which I cannot control, explain, understand, or do anything about. That brings me to breaking the news to the children. Our older ones don't do well with too much information ahead of time. We usually give almost no prep time or information about upcoming plans (whether shopping or 8 hour drive to visit family) because they find a way to mess things about especially if it is something they look forward to. We knew we would have to tell them with some notice about the move to the Southwest but we hadn't completely decided when. The opportunity came up tonight and we went for it. We lined up the kids (weird but best way to convey seriousness of the talk and keep them from "bumping" into each other) and announced a family meeting. As anticipated, the announcement was a major hit. They LOVED the idea of the move, being near cousins and aunts/uncles/grandma, new schools, bigger house, etc. When I let them make comments or questions, Tortuga asked about whether he would attend a new school (I repeated that we had mentioned that as a major reason for the move) and then suddenly Corazon burst into tears! She dove into my lap for comfort and through her tears wailed the name of her best (and only) friend. C. and I looked at each other, smiled, and marvelled at this massive milestone. She has NEVER expressed such feeling about anyone (except perhap me in recent months) nor has she seemed to care if people come or go out of her life. Even with this friend, who she sees at dance class and an occasional overnight, there doesn't seem to be thought of her in her absence. So we were stunned and thrilled that our daughter is possibly showing real and genuine attachments to people and even genuine sadness. In the 3+ years we have had her we can count the times we have seen this emotion from her on one hand! We didn't know whether to laugh or cry!