moving to another city…

Well the new school year started a week ago and Hannah was in full swing. She seemed to be loving it making all kinds of new friends and very excited. The next weekend being labor day she had a long break and on top of it missed her first day back because of a sniffly nose and a soar throat. But back to school today I told her as she seemed to be feeling much better. She made a little fuss saying she didn’t want to go but then she seemed to be over it fairly quickly. Shortly afterwards I noticed she disappeared. Very unusual. So I went upstairs to see what she was up to. I noticed her door was closed (which it never is..) so I politely knocked and asked if I could come in. She turned the door handle and I noticed the lock un-popped. (I didn’t even know it was locked.) She immediately went back to her work of putting all her favorite toys in a little basket and filling up a small purse with some of her favorite rocks etc. I asked her what she was doing and she replied, “I am moving to another city.” I asked why and her reply was “because I don’t want to go to school.” I would have busted out laughing but she looked up at me just after announcing this with little crocodile tears in her eyes. – A confusing feeling wanting to laugh and so sad for your child at the same time. Needless to say I sat down to help her pack and told her how much we would miss her and did she REALLY have to leave? After all school was only a couple of hours but if she moved to another city I would never see her. And who would take care of her? Then she asked which city Miss Stephanie lived in… ha! One of her favorite babysitters. I told her our city and she would make her go to school too because Miss Stephanie knows how important school is… Needless to say she made it to school without a tear and it became more of a game to figure out what she would need in her new city.