Coping with change


The boys have generally seemed pretty excited with the move to a new apartment and new city. They are enjoying discovering new places and seeing different things. However, there are small things that they say or do that reveals how unsettled they are. Sometimes it is just a passing statement…at other times it is a meltdown over something really small and random. 

The crankiness of the first week has now passed and the boys seem more comfortable with their new surroundings. Yet, just two days ago, as I was changing Nish into his night clothes after his bath he suddenly asked me “where is the brown cupboard?” “Which one?” I asked. “The one with the mirror. with my clothes” he replied. That was the closet in our old apartment i clarified to him. That stayed in that apartment. “here you have a new closet. It’s bigger too!” i told him.  Suddenly Nish burst into tears…”i don’t want this one. I want my dark brown closet. I don’t like this bigger one”

I doubt the disquiet was really about the closet though and i spent a little time cuddling with him and talking about how the most important things have all come with us to Bangalore…the people! He mulled over this and then Sid suddenly said, “but ‘didi (one of our nannies) did not come”. true true.

Then, last evening on a Skype call with my mom, one of the boys said something quite interesting again. Mom asked if they liked Bangalore and the new place. Sid promptly said “this is not really our house” And Nish added “but we have put all our things up so it looks the same”. 

I made a note to myself to talk to them a little more to help them express what they were feeling but there is certainly a lot going on in their minds! 


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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