Abby and Jonah have been dealing with our cross-country move fairly well and are enjoying all their time with grandparents, cousins, dogs, cats and wide-open spaces. But moving away from all of their friends and familiar surroundings has been difficult and Scott and I have noticed little struggles. One difficulty for the kids (and me) is adjusting to the quietness where we are currently living. We are in the mountains where you cannot even see the closest house. And because the house is powered by solar panels and a wind turbine rather than electricity, the quietness really settles in at night when the only sounds are the coyotes and neighbor dogs.
To deal with the quiet nights, Abby, who is sleeping on the bottom of a bunk bed, has built a “fort”. She has draped blankets from the slats above her and the footboard beside her head (yes, she prefers to sleep with her head at the bottom of the bed). She says the fort is to keep the darkness out. But now, she has also started crawling into her fort during the day, just to play or read books. It’s her comfort zone.
Today, while I was working on other things around the house, I noticed that I hadn’t heard from Abby in awhile. Walking into her room, I noticed that all the blankets on her bed were “closed”, so I peeked inside. Of course, there she was, as content as a clam. But when I peeked in, she looked at me and politely, but quite seriously said, “Mama, didn’t you see the sign? My fort is closed.” Sure enough, she had taped a piece of paper to the outside of her bed with a big ‘X’ drawn on it. Trying not to giggle, I apologized for not noticing the sign and headed back out of the room.
As I left, Abby called after me “But Mama, you’re welcome to come in anytime.” Mama’s get privileges!