I dedicate this post to Charis, my brother in law, who has been living in the Middle East for the last 11 months away from his wife and three children.
Charis is the best architect in the world, objectively speaking of course, although I am sure I can find quite a few people who share this opinion (apart from family and close friends). Charis does luxury better than anyone. But luxury is not something Greeks can afford at the moment so he has temporarily moved to the Middle East for work. I admire his strength and loyalty and I miss him. We all do!
When my sister, Alex, picked Yianni up from school yesterday he told her that he would show her something as soon as he came home. And by home he meant my sister’s home. Not our home. The place where he has temporarily returned to for the last 2 weeks. The place where he finds love in abundance (from his aunt, his cousins, his grandparents).
I have the tendency to always prepare my kids when something is about to change. I want them to have easy transitions. I do that with everything. I give them time to process. When I tucked Yianni two nights ago into bed I told him that we would soon have to leave (yes, that moment has unfortunately come-althouh hubby N. doesn’t quite see it like that). In a blink of an eye he asked me: ‘mama can we stay a bit more? can we stay 20 times more???’ I took the diplomatic way out and replied: ‘we ll see’. You see, I hate lying. I am trying to be as honest as possible (and with kids it is sometimes extremely difficult). But occassionaly I use my diplomatic way out. My white lies. My ‘I don’t want to break your heart so I ll answer you vaguely’ attitude. It usually works. But as Yianni is getting older, he is also getting smarter. So he replied: ‘when will we see’? And if he goes down this (very long) road, the conversation usually stops after 15-20 minutes when I use my german directness and tell him: ‘Time to go to bed now, we will elaborate tomorrow’.
Whilst our cohabitation is coming to an end I realise how difficult it is to leave your loved ones behind. So, respect to all that have left their homes for a better future, for a better tomorrow. I don’t know how you do it. RESPECT!