...I would argue that it is sometimes the pain in things that make you appreciate them the most... it is my unconditional willingness to endure the middle-of-the-night feedings, the cleaning up of vomit, the screaming for no good reason, etc that makes me realize how much I love my child and love raising him...

Friday, September 21, 2012

Moving Mommy Guilt

So, I’m going to be honest here… like I said in my last post, we are moving. I have a lot of guilt moving my child.

This is the only place he has EVER “called” home. He knows the rooms and the smells and the feels of this house. And he is so little that I worry about how he will process not ever going back there. Will he just not think about it? Will he, for a while, just think we are on vacation and then he will get to go home? Will his stuff being moved in and set up make out new house home enough for him.?

He doesn’t even know that he needs to say goodbye but this morning he walked out of it for the last time.

Our home has ALWAYS been a place of peace and relaxation for him. Now with boxes everywhere, will it become too chaotic for him and ruin his peaceful sense of home?

Is daddy and mommy being there enough for him? Are we all he needs to be “home?” I hope so.

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