Sunday night about 10:30 Allie-14 had a complete meltdown. "We have a great life here, a great house. I finally have lots of good friends. Why are you making us move?"
There was no rationalizing with her. She's right. We have a great life here. We are not running from anything terrible. How could I explain to a fourteen-year-old who has only known suburbia that there might be a different life out there? I just listened and patted her arm and said, "Uh-huh," and offered her Kleenex.
This part of parenting is so hard. I just have to keep reminding myself that it's kinda like when we make them eat vegetables: we have to do things that we feel will ultimately benefit the whole family, even when it's painful now (Hey, bud, and if you don't eat it for dinner, guess what you will get for breakfast?).
Today we making are an offer on the fixer-upper in the country. We are fully aware that we are probably crazy to buy this house. It's not a very pretty house (as Dennis would say, "It's butt-ugly."). It's going to need a lot of work to chase the ugly out of it.
But it's on 12 beautiful acres not far from town, and I love the views from every single window. I'm trying not to hope, as we made an offer that reflects the amount of money we will need to put into it. Here's the driveway.
So we shall see...
Oh, and by the way, Allie was much better in the morning (isn't that how it always is?). I can't blame her for not wanting to leave her friends (I can't let myself think about my friends I'm leaving behind, either!). I think she's realizing that, no matter what, we are going to go through this together, and I hope some day she looks back on this as one of the best things we ever did as a family. I hope I do, too.