Dear World,

Today we moved my mom from my/our house to my sister’s house. This should be a good thing.We think mom will like it better at my sis’ house; she is home all day with young daycare children and mom LOVES kids. The only time we ever see mom smile – I mean really smile – is when she is around little kids. Still, mom cried all the way to my sister’s house. She didn’t want to go.

I wanted to turn around and tell her to forget it and that she would just stay with us, but then I remembered that she didn’t want to move in with us at first either. She cried then too.

It is change that is scary. Change that is worth crying over. Change the results in fear and fear that makes the little things seem oh so very, very big.

So, we continued the 7.5 miles to my sis’ house. Her kids were happy to see grandma, mom was happy to see them. But it wasn’t the  calm, peaceful transition I had hoped for…no, that I longed for. Rather, it was like the puppy reluctant to go outside into the rain. We had to push and we had to be strong. Then we did. Now I am at home and I feel relieved and sad. I feel space to be with my husband and kids, space we haven’t had in more than 8 years, but I also feel sad that mom needs to have this transition. It does need to happen, if even for a few months, but it is hard.

Hard. Even the good stuff is hard. Sigh….