The author and her three children celebrating Mother’s Day 2025 at Waimānalo Beach.Moving to Hawaii may sound like a dream come true, but for our family, it was a forced relocation thanks to a set of orders from the U.S. Navy. We were excited about island life, but five military duty stations into my marriage, I knew better than to expect an easy transition. Week one felt like a vacation. My husband and I had never been to Hawaii, so everything was fresh: waterfall hikes, shave ice, world-class beaches. Even the one-lane traffic on the North Shore felt charming. These weren’t orders we requested or expected, but we kept telling ourselves: This is going to be great! As well as: The kids are resilient! They’re going to be fine!By week two, our 5-year-old middle child, Alice, had fully committed to not being fine.Her Hawaii life was startin