First off – thank you so much for all your kind words and encouragement on our big news yesterday about moving to Belgium. As far as I know, we’ve received no negative reactions (to our face, anyway) other than “I don’t want you to go – because I’ll miss you”, and to that, I fully understand. Because I’m gonna miss you probably more than you’ll miss me.
So the kids. They found out just a few days ago. Because if there is one thing I know, kids make poor secret keepers. So if we were ready to tell the kid, it meant being ready to tell everyone. Learned that the hard way when I was pregnant with Gage.
I had grand visions of how we would finally tell the kids about the move, but when it came down to the actual delivery – it ended up being a spur of the moment “let’s tell the kids right this very moment” spontaneous decision.
Michael walked in the door from work around 5pm last Wednesday, which was the day the news went public at his company, and was all “I’m gonna tell the kids now”. We had been keeping this secret for SO LONG and knowing the word was finally out with his coworkers, we just wanted to start openly talking about it at home too.
Oh, and to clarify – we’re moving to Belgium for his job. We’re not just crazy move across the globe without a plan of employment type people. I mean, we might be crazy – but you know, not that crazy.
I went to our bedroom and grabbed the globe off our bookshelf. Michael asked the kids to point to places they might wanted to visit someday. Gage said Star Wars (pretty sure that’s somewhere near Nebraska), Piper mentioned Hawaii, and Nola said she wanted to visit Paris.
Oh Paris did you say? Well what you think about living near Paris? Yes. Let’s do that. Let’s live (relatively) near Paris.
(and that’s how we told them)
My main camera (also know as my phone) was broken at the time so I quickly grabbed our archaic point-n-shoot. Thankfully it had batteries and I managed to grab this grainy shot:
Reactions from youngest to oldest:
Paul: Pokerface. I’m assuming as long as he has his Monney (blanket) his Mommy, and Mr. Thumbkin, he really could care less where we take him.
Gage: “Can I still be Darth Maul for Halloween,” Me: “um, sure”. Gage: “ok, I’ll go.”
Nola: I tell Nola we’ll get to travel a lot and see lots of castles, kinda like the ones in FROZEN. She’s totally on board, and I hope I didn’t just lie to her. Also, she’s been my most eager to play “French” apps on the ipad.
Piper: Being the oldest and maturest of the clan, actually understood the magnitude of the bomb we just dropped. She bursts into one million tears and sobs that she doesn’t want to leave her school, nor move out of this house. It’s taken some time and many conversations of reassurance, but she’s currently excited for the adventure as well (her feelings can also be soothed Belgian chocolate, I’ve learned).
So yeah, things are underway. You have no idea how liberating it feels to finally have all this out in the open.