We finally found it.
The one we can blame everything on.
Our feeling lost in the world.
Our in between states.
Our pain of saying goodbye all the time.
It has different names but it is the one got us to move abroad and become world citizens.
The work of our parents.
It might be called church, the government, the military, or a Christian organization.
I have talked to quite a few TCKs and we seem to have an ambiguous relationship to our parents’ work.
Some are thankful because that’s what got them into this lifestyle in the first place.
But far more hate it.
They feel trapped in a system identity and feel like they don’t even exist outside the missions/military/foreigner bubble.
They start hating their parents and their work.
And maybe also the one who they make responsible for it, like other people or God.
Yup, there are downsides to this life and things to consider for everyone involved.
What were/are your experiences with your parents’ work?