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House of Cards

From day one, David and I have been in awe of how well Emily has adapted to us moving to Malta. We've thrown so much at her and she's taken it all in her stride. She's smiled and danced and sung through it all and seemingly has become a much happier and more confident toddler.

Then two days before her birthday*, we were getting her ready for bed. She was overtired and very moany, and she announced, through tears, that she wanted to go home.

It hit me like a sharp slap to the face. I couldn't keep my cool and tears started to flow. It was a heartbreaking moment, knowing I couldn't even begin to give her what she wants, what might make her feel comfortable, and not even really be able to explain to her further than the fact that our belongings are "in boxes on a boat."

She saw my tears and put her hands on my face.

"Mummy sad," she said. "Don't worry Mummy, you're safe."

It's what I tell her when she's scared of cars in the road. (Cue more tears on my part.)

Then Mummy smiled and there were cuddles and she could see it was all ok. She hasn't mentioned it since, but she does often mention that her toys and our clothes are "in boxes on a boat", and we do remind her the boat will arrive soon, and she seems happy with that. She's been to the place we'll be moving to once everything arrives, seen her room and knows she's going to have a bed there ("Exciting!"). So it's fine really. I'm not worried. I only hope I never hear those words coming out of her mouth again. (And if they do, there'll be more cuddles but less tears and more talk about exciting plans.)

* She turned two on Monday and we celebrated with family, and old and new friends... I'll blog about it soon.


  1. Oh my goodness what a precious girl she is! She's something special. We went through the same thing with Maia when she was four and we got married and moved here. It was only to another village on this tiny island, but home to her was where nanna and nannu lived. She still considers her bed there to be hers but has very slowly accepted that this is home now. Emily is much younger and I'm sure (like she already has) that she'll feel at home here very soon. You've all been through a lot, so tears are understandable and necessary even. You're doing a great job!

  2. Oh dear bless her cottons, but as you have said many times this past week, she is so happy there, she has a large amount of family there and one day very soon, this will be her home. I can imagine with the pregnancy hormones that was a heart puller but you know you have made the right decision xx

  3. Happy Birthday Emily, bless you both, it will all work out just fine.