With the move, I expected some misbehavior from the kids. I expected tears and anger and some big time adjustment issues. Instead I have only had occasional bedtime emotions. And only from Wyatt. I guess the twins are so used to this "on-the-go", constant-change lifestyle that it doesn't bother them in the least. All those years leaving for Alaska in the fall have paid off.
With Wyatt what usually happens is this:
I tuck Wyatt in, we say prayers and I sit in the rocking chair to feed Carly. Then Wyatt rolls around a bit, talks about something random (like earth spinning really fast, "but we can't feel it") or asks me questions (like "Can water sunburn?") then he stops and says to me, "I feel sad."
So I lay Carly down and scoop Wyatt up. "Why are you sad?" I ask.
"I miss everybody," he tells me.
Even though it makes me sad that his little heart hurts, I am so, so proud of him for talking about his feelings and I'm so happy that just a hug from mom helps him feel better. My hope is that with time he will see that we aren't as cut off from our people here as we were in Alaska. Poor little buddy!