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The transition to Hawaii may seem like a dream, but for our family, this forced transition was thanks to a set of requests from the US Navy. We were enthusiastic about the island’s life, but five military workplaces in my marriage, I knew better than expecting an easy transition.
One week hair like a vacation. My husband and I never went to Hawaii, so everything was new: the height of the waterfall, the snow shave, and the global level beaches. Even a single corridor traffic on the northern beach felt magic. These were not orders we asked or expected, but we continued to tell ourselves: This will be great! Besides: Children are flexible! They will be fine!
By the second week, our 5 -year -old is committed no Be okay.
Her life in Hawaii started to look like her personal copy of “Alexander and today terrible, terrible, not good, very bad.” She had to share a bed with her little sister. Her nose got sunburn. On the third day on the new beach, I got the jellyfish.
It appears that all other children in Navy Lodge either the era of her older brother or her little sister – not the best new friend on the horizon. Each sentence started with “I do not like …” and ended with “… and can we return to Virginia?”
Meanwhile, my husband and I were dangerous to optimistic about ourselves. Huawei’s lives soon stopped feeling that you are a vacation like a vacation and began to feel crush: incredible grocery bills, including $ 9 for a gallon of milk, $ 4000 to charge our car abroad, and the mountains of the pits for drilling, which ranged from cars registration to our residence compensation in the mentioned Navy Lodge.
We installed our hopes on the first day of the school. Certainly, a small structure that would help everyone. Alice will definitely come home with the stories of a new friend, tired and happy from the day of a long kindergarten.
no.
In Beck August, full of expectations of best cases, we asked, “How was your day?” But instead of the conflict happily about new friends and exciting special offers, she started in Tide game that competes with any modern head that I saw in cable news.
Its school had no real stadium – just a black black. All other kindergartens went to the pre -kindergarten stage together and did not want to be her friend. Jeddah could not after dinner due to the different time. Her favorite activity after school (playing on the backyard) was 4,800 miles away. It was angry that our hotel contained only one darkest instead of “three Us, like a normal house”. Grandmother eating dinner on paper plates on the hotel floor? Wears it, a great time.
I want to be the mother who checks feelings and listens to a saint. But when your 5-year-old hand over a dedicated podcast at night about the reason for your new home is the actual worst-and Personally blames you – he is wearing a person.
A week later, I made a quiet decision: I stop asking how it was her day. Not out despite staying alive. If she wanted to tell me, I could, but I wouldn’t have demanded it.
Next, I tried this thing that adults always tell other adults: “Focus on positivity”. I have blocked it and outside for decades-from drama in middle schools to postpartum exhaustion-and I hope Alice will also help. I bought a small composition of landing with a cartoon sun on the cover and called it “positive notebook”. We were bleeding until we made it.