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!
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.