My friend moving away is hard enough. Telling my son his best friend is moving was even worse.
When my best friend told me she was moving to Darwin I thought she was joking.
When she mentioned her husband had applied for a new job, I secretly hoped it would fall through and she wouldn’t have to move half way across the country.
But it was only a few weeks before everything had been approved and he was flying up looking for a house.
Eventually, I accepted the fact one of my favourite people in the world was leaving me (I was being selfish at this point so leaving ‘ME’ is the appropriate phrase here). I met her when my eldest son was two-weeks-old. We met at a mothers’ group. Her daughter just a few weeks older than my little one. From that moment on she was, and still is, my go-to gal.
She is the mummy friend I’d always dreamt I’d have. The friend with the same parenting philosophies.
In the years that followed we both had another child. She was like a second mum to my two boys and we were so excited when she had a boy of her own a few years later.
I love her kids like they are my own.
OMG in my selfish hour, I’d forgotten about the kids. How was I going to tell Master C his best friend was moving?
Master C and Miss C have been inseparable since they were babies. Even when they went to different schools they constantly asked to see each other on weekends and enrolled in Nippers together on the weekend.
They have, on many occasions, planned their future wedding (which, for the record, I totally support).
And now I was faced with the heart wrenching task of telling my little guy that in just a few short months his BFF would be moving 4000km away.
As a child, I moved around a lot but I was never the one to be left. I had no idea how he would take the news or how he would feel.
“Darwin?” He queried. “As in, way up the top of Australia?”
“Yes buddy. WAY up the top. A long way away.” I replied.