|After moving in, 2008|
Have you ever have a big secret that you really wanted to tell? And also really didn’t want to tell? It’s something so big inside your head that you’re afraid of what will happen when it escapes.
In case you missed it last week, we are moving next month. Go back and read the beginning of the story to catch up. Deciding with whom to share our news and when was the first hurdle we had to leap.
Telling the friends
When you have something inside – good or bad – that is just bursting to get out, you have to tell someone so that it can start to feel real. Hubby and I both told just a handful of friends, if only to have someone to
vent at talk to. Their reactions were, as expected, sympathetic. Some volunteered to watch the kids as needed; others volunteered their muscles and vehicles for moving day.
My friends in the Cool Mommy Club all said basically the same thing. It won’t be too bad… as long as you don’t move away from this school. Thanks, ladies. I know you mean well, but you hit my worst fear over the head.
What I forgot to mention to them was that we hadn’t told the kids yet.
Telling the kids
Sniffles (9) and Lil’ Wheezy (6) are very smart. Smart to the point where they walk that line between genius and crazy. Much like Einstein, Sniffles can neither tie her shoelaces or brush her hair. And like Sheldon Cooper, Lil’ Wheezy thinks space travel is just a simple formula but cannot comprehend why other people are unhappy.
We decided that we wouldn’t tell the kids right away. It seemed like the easiest way to break the bad news would be to temper it with something good. It wasn’t exactly something we could keep secret for very long, but I didn’t realize how quickly we would let the cat out of the bag. The day I told my PTA friends, the kids and I were feet from leaving the school when one walked up and said, “Hey! I heard you guys are moving!”
I gave her a desperate look and she quickly changed the topic. In retrospect, it was pretty funny. We ended up telling the kids later that evening for sanity’s sake. They said they didn’t realize she was talking to us. I blame their genius-level social skills.
Needless to say, they did the same thing that my friends did. Well, okay, first they burst into tears. Then they asked if they would be staying at the same school. I gave them the best answer I had: I don’t know.
Telling the principal
Before we told the kids, I emailed the principal. The rules in our ISD are complicated, but basically the district is divided into zones for each school. Cross the street into another zone and you’ve got to switch. The purpose is to avoid overcrowding at any one school, but when that isn’t an issue you can transfer and pay tuition. When we told the kids, I had not heard back from her yet. Mid-last week though, she replied to say that we could finish this school year through June as long as we didn’t leave the district. Next year though, we would have to apply for a transfer if we weren’t in the zone.
Telling the parents
My mother-in-law is almost always the voice of reason when I’m in the middle of some drama. When Hubby called her, she immediately reminded us that moving is not the end of the world. She assured us that no matter how we got there, the end would be something we could handle. She suggested that we look into options for buying a house and started checking her calendar for weekends that she and my father-in-law could come help us move.
So while moving out of this house may be a lot of work, moving in wasn’t exactly easy either. Just like when we moved almost five years ago, we have a great network of people who are supporting us along the way.