The sound of raindrops on the skylight startled me. I’d forgotten the once familiar noise; thought maybe a cat burglar (or just a cat) had landed on our roof.
It made me wonder what else that is now common place and overlooked I will one day jump at.
I’ve forgotten the sound of Eli crying.
Mothers can differentiate between their child’s cry and another’s. I was sad that Baby Eli is in some ways now lost to me.
Ezra has pretty much potty trained himself this weekend. My theory is that he’s fed up with waiting for me to settle down and get to it. Postponing seems to be our way of life these past few months. So, he’s taken it upon himself to make use of his froggy toilet. His cheerleading skills are equally impressive.
We’re still not in our own place. Which means that I’m making the hour round trip to the kids’ school twice a day. The words of Eugene Peterson on being a pastor have been my companion. Arthur Morey’s voice is so soothing.
I might actually miss my drive time.
We’re moving this Saturday! Luckily the majority of our possessions are still stacked in boxes in my mom’s garage. It should be our easiest move ever.
Tonight we asked the kids what they’re most excited to unpack.
Cora said Barbies…
Ezra said cars…
Eli yelled, “Wii!”
None of those items have been asked for in the past three months.
I’m really looking forward to a reunion with my Kitchenaid stand mixer and my crock pot. I’ve missed them.
It will be nice to be home; to become familiar again.
The outlook of a day can change in just a few hours, from gray and overcast to bright and sunny.
If you’re discouraged about what’s happening, give it a few minutes.
Adventures are everywhere. What you see isn’t always all there is. Take time to investigate and look around you.
Life can get noisy, and distracting. In those moments, tune it all out and wait for it to pass.
Take new challenges one step at a time.
When all else fails, throw your head back, hang on for dear life, and enjoy the ride.
Words have been hard to come by for me this week. As Josh and I prepared for our move, we talked about how differently we process change. He experiences the emotions prior to the change — the fear, grief, elation and anticipation — whereas I deal with it all once the change has occurred. These last couple of days have been difficult. For weeks I have been numb, going through the motions of saying goodbye and hello without any of the accompanying feelings. That is over, and I am currently slogging through it all…
…as you can see from my response to Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday prompt: loss.
Moving seems like dying to me. As I experience the loss of my grandma, I was amazed at how quickly life moved on without her. Yes, there was a mourning process, and I longed for her to come back. My kids still needed to be fed, though. Babies were born, people were married, groceries were bought; the mundane and the epic still occurred without her.
Life moves on in our old home without us. And for us, in this new place, we still need to do laundry and cook meals. It’s all just done in a new location.
Ezra won’t say goodnight to my mom. Each night we tell him to give her a kiss and say goodnight, and he says no. During the day he’s fine with her, it’s just that nighttime routine that he won’t budge on. He insists that this is not his house — and he’s right. This is not our home, it is my mom and step dad’s home which they have so graciously opened to us for our transitional period.
He feels a loss. What was normal is gone, and he’s set adrift in the unknown.
After a sporadic couple of weeks, I plan on returning to a more normal level of consistency around here next Monday. Have a great weekend!!
For now, you can:
My kids are growing up. Quickly. It’s like I blinked and suddenly a year has gone by. Didn’t we just bring Baby Silas home, and send little Eli off to Kindergarten? How is it already almost April?! I guess I’ve been a little busier than I realized.
Did you know Silas (aka Soggy Head) has teeth now? He has four! He loves to grab the sides of my face and gnaw on my chin — I don’t love it so much. Still the adamant momma’s boy, his favorite thing is to “walk” around the kitchen holding on to my legs.
Ezra (aka Fat Baby) has way too much to say. Some days I just pause, realizing I’m having a conversation with him. Who said he could have an opinion and thoughts of his own?! And don’t let that serious face fool you, this one is joyously following in the footsteps of his daddy and Papa Gary — ever the comedian.
Princess Pootie-Pants revels in her role of sole girly-girl in our family. If I wouldn’t have already sold my iPhone, I would now as I watch Cora walk around with her laptop and cell phone. She is constantly “texting” her best friend “Welly,” or chatting on the phone with our neighbor, Candace. We’re in super big trouble when she actually has minute and text limits!!
This picture makes me want to cry. Eli is so huge! And Silas looks just like Eli as a baby. I feel like I’m looking at a picture of Eli holding himself. He reads now. Today he told me that he’s got a girlfriend; she suggested it. Haha! But, he still wants me to cuddle him after he wakes up, so I am not too sad…
There are tough days; days where I crave a break, hide in the bathroom and apologize way too many times for losing my temper. When I really think about it, and look into their eyes, I cannot think of anything I’d rather do right now than be their mama. Cuddling with them on the couch. Stirring gallons of chocolate milk. Wiping, wiping, wiping. Kissing their boo-boos. Cheering for their accomplishments. And lots of kisses.
I really am blessed.
Sometimes these everyday moments just pass me by.
I need to pause, take a second, and recognize the good God has given.
What moments today in your life do you need to pause and thank God for?