The packers have gone, the apartment is no longer a millstone around our necks and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck sideways, so stressful the last few weeks have been. So now what?
Well, life still goes on. There’s never a dull moment, particularly with the end of the school term looming. Swimming carnival, athletics carnival, basketball round-robin – it was great for the kids to have so many activities on the go because they didn’t have time to dwell on leaving. They still viewed our stay at the serviced apartment as a glorified holiday; there were play dates and sleepovers galore, and they were really, really busy. Periodically they’d become sad about leaving their friends, but generally they took it in their stride – much better than me.
Since we’ve had the kids, I wear my heart on my sleeve a lot and I find situations like this incredibly hard to deal with. Anything that I know will cause the kids pain resonates deeply, so when H’s teacher had a chat to me about the party they were planning for her last day, I had to dash from the room before I turned to mush. The thought of their last day and both of them being old enough now to really understand what that meant really tugged at the heartstrings.
But don’t you just love the honesty of kids? From that point onwards, if they were ever within earshot of me saying goodbye to someone, they’d quickly look to see whether I’d turned into a blubbering mess.
“Why is your face red?”
“Are you crying again?”
Such sympathetic little souls we’re raising! But was that how they were coping? By making light of the situation? Their laughter – at my expense – seemed to help us all and it’s been amazing to see them so stoic.
It’s such a strange time, just waiting to leave and I know they feel as emotional as I do. Some days you can’t wait to get on the plane and go, yet other times, a chunk of you wishes you were staying. Sometimes, however, I think the kids just get on with things without over-thinking the situation. As H said one day, very matter-of-factly: “No point worrying about the move, it’s happening.” I asked her if she really meant that and she did. “I can’t change anything,” she said. “No point worrying about it.”
And she was right. But we still had to get through the last day of school.