Well, it's Monday and we leave on Thursday...still trying to accomplish a ton of things, but the visas and permits are all in. PTL.
I think there must be something innate in teenagers that makes them become real stinkers before they move out. Granted...ours is not moving out forever...just a few months at a time....but still.
He doesn't talk about it much...even if we poke and prod him...but I know he is feeling some of what we are. Therefore, it does make sense to me that he is pushing us away some. It seems like a smart thing to do when you are about to leave all that you love and have known as your security. I remember fighting those feelings when we were leaving the states. It makes sense to guard your heart against some of the upcoming pain and grief. But, to me, it was more inportant to have those last good times with my cherished ones. Those are some of my favorite memories to recall when I'm homesick, but...
I can't expect a 15 year old to have that wisdom. So, he is being 15. There have actually been a couple of days that I thought, "OK. The tables are turned. I can't wait to get him out of here!" Good thing I only thought it...because it didn't last long. He is still a kid whether or not he thinks it.
The Princess hasn't fully realized the changes coming, either. I think I forgot to tell you that we have some American friends over here who have a daughter the same age as the Princess. Well, they are going back to the States while we are taking the Prince, so when we come back...much will have changed for us..as well as the young couple who were visiting for the summer...going home. It's coming up on a lonelier time for us. Please pray for us as we transition. ALL of us.
Thanks for walking the journey with us...it makes it so much sweeter to share it with you.