The Parental Guilt of Relocating

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Moving is a real drag, no matter how old you are. The process of decluttering your space (seriously, how did I accumulate all this junk?), sorting, packing, struggling with tape, wrapping fragile items in whatever’s handy, and then hauling boxes until your arms feel like jelly and your fingers are bruised is just plain grueling. And let’s not even mention the mess left behind and the painstaking journey of settling into a new home. It’s exhausting. But when you add kids into the mix, especially school-aged ones, it becomes a whole different challenge, laden with parental guilt and anxiety.

When my partner, Jake, received an offer for his dream job seven hours away, we knew we had to jump at the chance. However, from the moment he accepted, I was tormented by thoughts about how we were potentially ruining our kids’ lives. I pictured them struggling to adjust, feeling isolated, and being perpetually unhappy. I worried that one day they’d look back and blame us for sending their lives spiraling downhill. After all, they had no say in this decision.

The move was decided by Jake and me, the so-called “grown-ups,” leaving the kids with the abrupt news: “Hey kids! We’re uprooting your lives, whether you like it or not!” Sure, I make decisions for them all the time, but this felt different. It was more significant than the usual “brush your teeth” or “finish your veggies.” It must be tough for kids when their opinions don’t factor into major adult decisions, even when those decisions are meant to benefit them.

They had to leave their school.

I still remember my first visit to Maplewood Elementary as the anxious parent of a fresh-faced kindergartener. Fast forward six years, and I was leaving in tears after saying goodbye to the wonderful teachers and staff who had nurtured all three of my kids through to fifth grade. These were people who knew my children inside and out, quirks and all. What if their new school was a different story? What if they didn’t feel accepted?

They had to leave their friends.

Did I love every single one of my kids’ friends? Not exactly. There was that one kid who had a penchant for pooping in our yard and another who introduced my six-year-old to some colorful language. But regardless of my thoughts on their friend choices, these were the pals they had laughed and played with for years. Childhood friendships leave a mark, and here I was, pulling them away from their crew and dropping them into a place where they knew no one.

They had to leave our neighborhood.

We were fortunate to live in a community filled with trustworthy neighbors. My kids knew they could count on just about anyone on our street if they needed help. Our neighbors patched up scrapes after bike accidents, took them on nature walks, shared extra candy at Halloween, and kept a watchful eye on them. What if our new neighbors weren’t as friendly? What if they didn’t like kids?

They had to leave our home.

My eldest was just two when we bought our first house, and the other three kids had never known any other home. This was their safe haven, a place they could navigate blindfolded. They knew all the escape routes in case of emergencies. Now, they’d have to wake up in a strange place (and I’d have to remind them 8,000 times where everything goes).

In the end, the move went far better than I ever imagined. All my fears turned out to be way overblown, and the kids adapted surprisingly well. I just hadn’t given them enough credit for their resilience.

We met their new teachers and took them on a tour of the new school. We made a point to introduce ourselves to the neighbors and utilized technology to keep the kids connected with their old friends. They had a blast exploring every nook and cranny of our new home and discovering our backyard. We took walks and drives exploring our new community, diving right into local library programs and activities for kids.

Sure, they miss our old neighborhood — so do I — but with time, I know we’ll create just as many cherished memories here. After all, our old home was once new too.

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Summary

Moving is tough and brings about a wave of parental guilt, especially when kids are involved. The writer reflects on their family’s transition to a new home, highlighting the challenges faced by children leaving their school, friends, and familiar surroundings. However, the experience ultimately turned out better than expected, showcasing the resilience of children and the creation of new memories in a fresh environment.