Changing Times, Time Changes
Finding peace during times of transition can be challenging
By Josh Pastoor, Regional Director
This summer, after 12 years living in northern British Columbia (Fort St. John in BC’s Peace Region, to be precise—an important detail, but we’ll get to that later. . . .) our family moved down south for new work opportunities and the chance to be closer to extended family. The end of an era for sure.
The consequence of that decision has been change, change, and then some more change added in for good measure. So much in our lives is different from what it was before. We’ve changed jobs, homes, routines. Our kids have changed schools. The list goes on.
Like any family faced with a big move, we are trying our best to find a sense of peace in what is inherently a challenging time of transition. It’s mostly been okay, but there’s definitely been some particularly difficult days.
Recently, as we gathered around our dinner table on a Friday night, we chatted about the weekend ahead and the different things we had planned. As an afterthought I commented, “Don’t forget we have time change on Saturday night.”
After a few moments, my 15-year-old daughter looked at me blankly, asking, “What is time change?”
And then it struck me. Our kids have spent nearly their entire lives in a little northern pocket of BC where, curiously, we don’t observe daylight savings time. In Fort St. John, along with only a handful of other areas on the continent (Arizona and Saskatchewan, to name a couple of others), the clocks just keep on ticking all year long with no adjustments.
So, we spent the next several minutes talking about time change, explaining to the kids how the clocks will move back an hour, how for the next several months we will be an hour “behind” their friends in Fort St. John, until the spring when we will move ahead and be back on the same time as them.
Well, my daughter let that sink in a bit, but she was having none of it. Between bites she casually blurted out, “This is so stupid. Not even the time stays the same here.”
It was a funny moment for sure, but also tough. She’d had enough. In her own way she was saying—quite literally—no more change. And I get that.
We have a strange relationship with change. Sometimes, we welcome it, embrace it even. We look around at our natural world and know, on a cognitive level, that change is essential and good for growth and flourishing.
But then there are other moments, just like the one my daughter experienced, where we say, not just with our words but seemingly our whole being, “That’s enough! Just give me something familiar to hold onto!”
And I guess that’s what we try to do, often with limited success. Time will keep marching forward (or sometimes back).
That night at the dinner table, my wife and I had no helpful parental advice to offer, no slogan or proverb to help ease the anxiety. Because whether we like it or not, change is here to stay.