What if They Move Away Without Me?

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When I was 1 and my brother was 3, our parents decided to move from Vermont to Virginia.  Our parents busied themselves with all the work that goes into packing up a house (while minding two small children): all the boxes to be filled and organized, all the arrangements to be made. At one point, my Dad noticed a look of deep concern on my face. He says that I crawled after whichever parent that I could see as fast as I could like a lost puppy, following them from room to room with the quality of desperation that only a toddler can muster. At first puzzled by this strange behavior, my Dad suddenly figured out what was wrong. He scooped me up in his arms and gave me a giant hug. Voice full of compassion, he said, “Honey, we’re not going to leave you behind. We’re moving, but you’re coming with us, too.” The way he tells it, he held me tight until my fear just melted away.


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