I’m sitting in a lounge room surrounded by boxes. I had plans for packing some more but decided I’m sick of writing Modern Mama posts in my head and never posting them. The irony is that for the last six months I’ve been contracting and so I had (theoretically) more time to blog. Now, we’re moving to Sydney because I got a job with Greenpeace.
Harper is coping with it all okay, but it’s still a challenge for her. We’ve let her help pack her room and she’s been saying “Harper get in the box! Go to Sindey! See Grandma!” for a few weeks now. She’s even got the pronunciation of Sydney and Greenpeace down pat now.
She’s cranky and a bit scared. She’s a bit clingy. She wants reassurances that we’ll all make it to the new location, but she’s clear on the idea that there are trucks taking the boxes away and that Mama and Harper are getting on a plane in a week.
I don’t know what we’d be doing if Grandma wasn’t at the other end of this. That’s who she’s looking forward to, even as the suspicion that she’s going to be leaving her beloved Uncle Jack starts to settle in. We also wouldn’t have anywhere to stay.
I figure the craziness will be enough that this might be an okay time to wean her, because the new job requires occasional travel and she is over two now. My partner will have to go back to being a full-time Dad for a while until we get childcare sorted out again.
With all that said, I’m trying to follow her lead. We had a lovely weekend and farewell in the park, where she charmed everyone as usual. We held our Mabon (Autumn equinox) ritual, ate food together under the trees, lit candles and spoke about balance. Tonight, she didn’t want to come inside — I’m guessing the almost-packed-up house is just getting to be a bit much. So, I asked her if she wanted to eat dinner outside again. We ended up having a chicken pilaf picnic in the driveway, followed by a little fussing over teeth cleaning, more packing in her room and then her asking to brush my hair. That was really lovely.
If nothing else, this journey is always surprising.