Monday, March 3, 2014
I wish I could make the whole moving process easier on my kids, especially on the Princess. She's put a brave face on it, and tried to be helpful and enthusiastic about moving, but inside, she's having a very hard time.
I can't blame her - this is her home. She has a handful of really good friends. She doesn't really want to leave them. I feel very badly for her, and I wish I could make it easier for her. I'm trying, really I am, but there are some hard things we just have to go through, and I can't change this one. All I can do is listen to her, keep what I can of her "old" life (her stable, and the friends she sees there), and help her work through all the hassle and frustration and anxiety and anger that moving has stirred up in her.
She's feeling a bit overwhelmed - school (both academics and music, since she's in concert band, chorus, jazz band, and all-county band), moving (new home in the summer/new school in the fall), riding (lessons will be ramping up for summer horse shows, and she's in 4H, which is just winding down from their winter activities - "Horse Bowl" competition, and her public presentation, which was this past weekend). She wanted to do AYSO soccer again this spring, but we're just running out of time and money to go around (time being the much bigger factor than money). Add in counseling and braces, and she's feeling very put-upon.
Then there's the elephant in the room, the separation between her father and I. As amicable as we've tried to keep it, it's still painful all around. So much for her to handle at such a young age. No wonder she's having difficulty coping.
I wish she were little again, and a snuggle and a hug could make it all better. . . .