Repatriation Thought {three}

{three: talk it out}

Nothing helps me keep a finger on the pulse of our family's emotional health like talking.

Simple stuff. Big stuff. Everything in between.

It's easy to get caught up in the busyness of the mundane.

But little chats on how everyone thinks things are going .... Little conversations about snippets of life ... help keep everyone afloat during this stage of repat life.

Updates from the parental side of how work is going, or we fee like we are acclimating to a culture that is new and old at the same time seem to help too.

Sometimes the details don't come out to us. They come through that famous sister network, the one that is both taxed and strengthened by the fact that presently three girls share two beds in one room. I love to see the bond that grows and stretches between them. How "the Bookends" (those two feisty souls on either side of our placid middle) can be totally at-each-other's-throats one minute, and quite literally snuggled on the sofa (our token piece of soft furniture - the beds excepted) the next. The Three tell each other things. Some of which is discretely passed on to us, and other stuff that remains for the sisterhood alone.

Sometimes there are tears. But often their are giggles (like when MGJ related the story of being from Spanish). Talking it out. Making it up as we go along. Together.