Megan told me today, "Mommy, I love my new house in El Paso!" She likes walking to the park across the street (which is actually a pretty cruddy park, but she doesn't know), swimming in the backyard, going to the library (which is actually a pretty cruddy library, but she doesn't know), and she is obsessed with the fact that we have two potties.
She also misses Cleveland. The day we left, we were loading in the car and she asked me, "are we going to come back to my house when we are done getting to Texas?" And I had to tell her we were never ever going to be coming back to her house. She cried the first tears of actual serious sadness I'd ever seen her cry. I was composed until that point, but seeing my little girl realize that the only home she ever knew was going to be gone forever really pushed me past the breaking point, and I hugged her and cried too for quite a while. Now she is past the sadness of leaving, and is constantly asking me about comparisons between El Paso and Cleveland. "Mommy, is this church closer than Cleveland?" "Mommy, is the Cleveland Walmart by the freeway too?" And she also asks me to tell her where all her friends from Cleveland have moved to. Like, 5 times a day. She wrote a letter to her "very best friend Elisa" that she did all by herself, I just told her how to spell some of the words. Sometimes she gets a little melancholy when she talks about her friends in Cleveland, but she is already making new friends here in the neighborhood and at church.
("Elisa, I [heart] you. I miss you so. Megan")
She also misses Cleveland. The day we left, we were loading in the car and she asked me, "are we going to come back to my house when we are done getting to Texas?" And I had to tell her we were never ever going to be coming back to her house. She cried the first tears of actual serious sadness I'd ever seen her cry. I was composed until that point, but seeing my little girl realize that the only home she ever knew was going to be gone forever really pushed me past the breaking point, and I hugged her and cried too for quite a while. Now she is past the sadness of leaving, and is constantly asking me about comparisons between El Paso and Cleveland. "Mommy, is this church closer than Cleveland?" "Mommy, is the Cleveland Walmart by the freeway too?" And she also asks me to tell her where all her friends from Cleveland have moved to. Like, 5 times a day. She wrote a letter to her "very best friend Elisa" that she did all by herself, I just told her how to spell some of the words. Sometimes she gets a little melancholy when she talks about her friends in Cleveland, but she is already making new friends here in the neighborhood and at church.
("Elisa, I [heart] you. I miss you so. Megan")
1 comment:
awwweee....
I suppose that's a good age to learn about change though. Definitely not as bad as if you were to uproot her for the first time during like her senior year or something! Hope you guys keep adjusting well!
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