Lost in Transition

tran┬Ěsi┬Ětion (trn-zshn, -ssh-)n. : Passage from one form, state, style, or place to another.

Neil crossed his arms against his chest, pouted, and said, ” I am mad with you, mama!” Although I am dying to laugh at that very moment, I so know it is not the thing to do. The little fella will be belittled! His outrage is justified, and he has as much right to be upset as I do. I asked him why he was upset with me, and he said it was because I forced him to eat his breakfast. So I gave him a million different reasons why he should eat his breakfast. How, if he didn’t, his brain would go to sleep. Then he touched his throat and said, “My brain is hurting.” Both Vinod and I began to laugh.

Then he hugged me and told me that I am his best friend and that “best friends need to be nice to each other!” The whole heart melting, tear-jerking moment happened at this point. I stifled my emotions and then began to coax him towards finishing his plate. That is when a whole bunch of unrelated events began to spill out. He rattled off about how someone in school pushed him over and over again, and he eventually pushed that person back. Then the other person pushed him one more time, and he told his teacher about it. So the perpetrator got a “time out.” So there was reason number one for the unexplained anger moment in the morning. He is such a sunny boy in the morning, so when he doesn’t do his sunny thing, then we know somethings off the page. He wanted to know “why” people are mean to each other? Ahem! Such deep shit in the morning is definitely not my thing! I told him instead that he did the right thing by telling his teacher and that he should tell her again if something like that were to happen. He seemed content with that.

Then reason number two came out. Why are my toys gone? Why can’t I sleep on my own bed? Why is the T.V. gone? Basically, why is my world turned upside down? That’s when it hit me! Transitions are hard! They are probably harder on children than it is on adults. There is no explanation as to how, what, why, or where. Things suddenly just vanished from his house and he didn’t know why. When we put his toys away in the box, he was wistful. He wanted to know what he did wrong that we were taking his toys away. I realized then that there was so much “lost in transition.”

He finally settled down and began getting used to an empty, furniture less house. Then we moved to India, minus dad. This, again, was cause for concern. Night after night he would cry for V and I would rock him gently to sleep, but through it all, I missed him, too. We passed the days in sunshine, but when the night came calling, the missing syndrome lay gently over us. V finally made it back and we were thrilled to move to our new home. So many things were new to Neil, but he’s taken them all so well. I suppose kids do way better than adults when change comes a callin’. New school, new friends, new teachers, new city, new home, and a whole new country. I am proud of my boy. He has seriously gone with the flow.

There is plenty I need to give thanks in my life for. Happy thanksgiving folks.