We were sad to leave our home, neighborhood, and friends. Really, really, REALLY sad. We are excited to get to Colorado. This in between part is not our favorite.
When one of our kids says they wish we didn't move or they want to go to Colorado now or something in that vein, I usually respond in this way. Or I really try to. I try to give it the time, attention, and energy it deserves because these kids are doing hard things.
I go to where they are and I hug them. Usually a head rests on my shoulder. I tell them this is harder than I thought it would be. I ask what's hardest for them and I tell them what's hardest for me. I tell them what I'm learning from this crazy time in our lives that not many people get to experience. I tell them that God has this road figured out for us, even when it feels bumpy and uneven and really, terribly hard. This week I remind them of that magnificent mountain house in Evergreen just waiting for us that we couldn't have had if we'd moved straight to Colorado. I tell them about the ways I see our family working together and treating each other well even when we're sad or nervous or worried. I tell them how hard that is and how proud I am to see that.
I don't sugarcoat it. I don't pretend it's easy. I also don't wallow in sadness. None of those options are helpful to the real lives we have before us waiting to be lived bravely and with love and joy.
Some days that is easy. Other days it's really hard. Other days it just doesn't work and we resolve to try again tomorrow.
Here's what we have waiting for us. Here's the prize we keep our eyes on. Here's where we hope to fly again.
|first family photo in Evergreen, picnicking at Lake Evergreen|
|This is a view of the mountains from Evergreen|
|The elk make themselves right at home in town|