One Brave Kid

When we told our boys that we would be moving to Portland, they had very different reactions. Our seven year old was  excited about his new room, making new friends, and going to cool, new places. He expressed sadness that his sister (18 and starting college) would not be coming with us. The thought of moving away from his friends bothered him a bit too, but on the whole, his outlook was pretty positive.

Our three year old, however, looked disturbed, didn’t say a word, and promptly excused himself from the room. I followed and found him dejected in a corner of the living room. He looked at me and said, “I’m sad.”

“Why are you sad son?”

Shoulder shrug. Pouty face.

“Dunno…I don’t want to go.”

I tried to reassure him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

A couple hours later he expressed this opinion to my husband:

“This is our house. We don’t need another one.”

Poor kid. This is the only home he’s ever known—we moved here when he was barely six months old. His concepts of home, family, and all things familiar and lovely are probably inseparable from this house. Again, we tried to allay his fears, but—bless his little heart—we didn’t know the horrors he was braving until he asked, “Could we bring the guitar?”

He thought we were leaving behind everything near and dear for the utterly unknown!

That made me think four things.

1) He is one brave kid

2) You can never be sure exactly what you are communicating to a very young child

3) Interesting, that out of all of our possessions he chose Daddy’s guitar as a necessity

4) He’s not the only one who feels a little anxious about the unknowns

I guess we’re all in this new adventure together—sharing whatever joy, excitement, tension, or discomfort may come with it. The boys will trust us…and we will trust God. It’s gonna be great!

By the way—the little guy was ready to carry the guitar and start marching to Portland and the new house as soon as we assured him that our belongings were coming with us. He still follows me around suspiciously and disapprovingly as I pack, but he’s warming up to the idea.

13 thoughts on “One Brave Kid”

  1. Like Cara, I love my grandsons very much, but I have to say this – I also love my daughter and son in-law for their sensitive and enlightened approach to raising children. Crystal you have opened my eyes to a new sensitivity to little children. I also learned from your brother Uri – he opened my eyes to why 2-year-olds act the way they do. Both of you have given me a sensitivity to little children that I never had while you were being raised, and I love you for that. And don’t give me any guff about glorifying you on your blog because you are my dauthter!

    1. Thanks Dad, but it usually feels a little more like groping in the dark than enlightenment. Grace is an amazing thing – we take a lot of comfort in the fact the the older two turned out pretty darn good…in spite of our ignorance and inexperience!

  2. This one was pure pleasure for me to read, and my heart was full by the time I got to the end. Anyone with little children and plans to move would benefit from reading this.

  3. He is one brave lad and his brother too!! You can have confidence that the call of God is on you as a family-that includes everyone! So your choice to accept the will of God for you is also the will of God for them! It will be exciting to see what the future brings-love ya!-Marla

  4. How Sweet!! When my son was 4 we took him to the doctor to get a shot and just before we got there he started crying and told me he loved me and that he would miss me. I asked him why he was going to miss me and he said, “because you said the doctor was going to shoot me!” My poor kid thought I was taking him to be killed! It is always good to clarify! 🙂

    1. Oh Christy! That is one of the worst stories of that kind that I have ever heard! I don’t know why it’s funny too. I feel terrible that I am laughing so hard. Way to drive the point home about not assuming little kids understand what we’re meaning to communicate. Oh – that poor child!

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