![]() I know that, when confronted with a sad, hard thing, they fare better if they have context, and advance warning. I know empirically that children deserve information about sad, hard things. ![]() I have thought about telling my son for weeks. A large part of my job as a social worker who supports children and families entails helping adults deliver unfortunate news to children, and helping children survive unpleasant situations intact, if not unscathed. I would counsel another parent to tell their son about the move as soon as possible - yesterday, in fact. I know I should tell him, but I don’t want to. The way they nuzzle toward each other when they hug, beaming, causes the grown-ups to blink back tears. My son is close with their son, Jacob - they attend the same preschool - and the two of them are like puppies together: joyful, chaos-seeking, a blur of delighted movement almost painful to witness in its tender exuberance. ![]() Our favorite neighbors are moving, and I have not told my son. ![]()
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