Aug 02

“Home! I want to go hooooooome!” my 3-year-old son, David, wailed through a waterfall of tears. “Hoooome!” I rocked him back and forth in my lap, trying to figure out how to respond.

“Baba, we are home,” I finally offered, pointing around his room in our new house, which we had moved into just three days┬ábefore. “Look, there’s your crocodile, your dinosaurs, your…”

“Nooooo! No, no!” he shrieked. “I want to go home!”

For any parent who has moved with young children, this is an all too familiar narrative.