I don’t think I give my kids enough credit for being flexible.

On a daily basis they aren’t the least bit flexible.

You should hear them when I change up the brand of yogurt we buy or dare to give the Princess a pink cup instead of a purple one.

They hate vacation, sleeping anywhere else, or eating other people’s food.

On more than one occasion AsthmaMan has woken our family up while on vacation and demanded we go home… at 4am. It’s happened enough times that we don’t enjoy vacation.

They like their breakfast at 7:30am, lunch at 11:30am and dinner by 6.

They don’t like to sit in different spots at the dinner table, wear new jeans, or heaven forbid try new food.

They like to watch the same shows over and over, read the same books, and listen to the same music.

But it turns out that when it matters, they can be flexible.

About a month ago we asked them to leave the only home they could remember (or in one case had ever lived in) and move.

We packed up the house, waved a tearful goodbye to friends, and made the 800 mile trek from Texas to Georgia.

I have to admit my expectations were low.

They weren’t the best behaved as we were getting ready to go, or even on the journey here.

I seriously contemplated leaving them on the side of the road somewhere along I-20. Ok that sounds harsh, I seriously considered jumping out of the moving car and telling my dad to continue the journey alone, I’m not the best when I haven’t slept.

There were two instances where  the Princess had a break with reality, I didn’t even know it was possible to scream that loud for that long, but turns out it is.

Anyway, because the move itself was a bit traumatic (hilarious understatement) I assumed it would only get worse once we got to the other side.

But honestly, they’ve settled in fine.

Yes they are lonely, and they do miss their Texas friends, but there are fewer tears than I thought, and they seem willing to make new friends.

The first night they had their beds they slept, they didn’t scream, fight, or get up in the night, they just slept. Granted all that has changed now because they were exhausted then and fairly well rested and enjoy torturing me with sleep deprivation now, but you get the idea.

We’ve lamented about the lack of bluebonnets, friends to run off to the park with, and don’t get us started on how much we want an In-N-Out burger, but… turns out they’re ok.

Or they’re mostly ok.

They’ll probably miss “home” until we’ve been in Georgia a good little bit, but the incoherent screaming has ended for one, and not increased for the other.

Harry Potter is hitting home runs (literally), and AsthmaMan still wishes that preschool had a “boarding” option.

Going back to Texas comes up at least once a day, and yes sometimes there’s screaming and tears that we aren’t heading back, but insane meltdowns have been kept to a minimum.

So here’s to little miracles, to understanding the people around you are stronger and more flexible than you thought, and to new experiences.

And maybe if In-N-Out or better yet Torchy’s wanted to move out east that might just be the icing on the cake.