We have recently weathered a transition from California to Oregon. With the right mindset, moving can be seen as an adventure. Some aspects of the process just plain stink, though, no matter your attitude. Taping up boxes. Playing “Tetras” with packed boxes while trying to fit your belongings in the ever-shrinking truck. Eating out more, missing naps, tearful goodbyes, losing sleep (see “naps”) while the mind churns endlessly through the unknowns, sleeping in the same room with children in hotels on unfamiliar beds, and driving mile after mile with the same overly tired (see “naps”) children…HOUR. AFTER. HOUR. Arriving, unpacking, downing Advil, slurping double shots to counteract the lack of sleep and sore muscles, breaking down boxes, locating the grocery store, finally finding doctors, dentists and hair stylists.
The list goes on and on. It can feel impossible to make time to breathe—to set aside a moment in the midst of the moving treadmill. I have found, though, that it is a must for spiritual and emotional health. As parents, we are called to model these rhythms for our children. If we are so worried about the to do’sour kids get lost in the shuffle and witness a coping mechanism that is unhealthy.
During our week of “transitional housing”, we were in a beautiful farm for two nights, stayed with family for two other nights and also in a hotel in our new community. But at our Corvallis hotel there was a sign on the desk…
It was a sign for our “no smoking room”, but a reminder to me.