Musings on Moving

We're down to about 5 weekends in Bradford before we ride off into the sunset.

One will be spent in New Hampshire.
One will be spent in New York.
One needs to be spent baptizing Piper.
One will find Erik at work.

York and work sort of rhyme, right?

So that leaves two. Count them, one, two free weekends before we close the chapter on our lives in Pennsylvania. And I wouldn't even call them "free" so much as "minimally scheduled." Grant is experiencing (and happily, expressing!) some trepidation about the whole thing. I think he's confused about why we're going to Grammie's, why we won't be together, how there's a new school with a different teacher and why we really won't have *our* stuff for about six months. I'm not really sure if having him gone for the pack out or here for it will be more helpful. If there even is one. If we don't get orders, the packing will be on us. And then I started thinking: is it better to ask the teacher if we can bring in some last day treats for his class, or if we should just treat it like another day.
And that got me thinking about a little gift for his teachers who have been so good to him. Do all parents think their teacher loves their kid an extra lot? Maybe it just seems that way because they're always bragging on him. Or maybe all parents just assume that everyone thinks their kids are as perfect as they do? Either way, school has been a great experience for both of us. Going somewhere that we were familiar with (his school is at our church) with at least one, and later more, teachers that we were familiar with before they became "his teacher" has broken us in to these years so easily. It makes me tear up to think of leaving the school. But, "We do hard things", right? That's what we've been preaching to G lately, and I have to epitomize that. Such a fine line to walk between allowing myself to be visibly sad when the time comes to say goodbye - I HATE goodbyes - and then shifting gears to excited for a new adventure.

I guess we'd better get this all figured out though, because the time is drawing near and this is just the first of many times he'll remember what it's like to say goodbye.