Luke is the actual “best dad ever”

Over 18 years have passed since my husband became a father. I watched him hold our little 8 pound 12oz baby in his arms as if she were made of porcelain. He changed every diaper in the hospital. I didn’t change a single diaper until we got home…and that was our first child. He sang lullabies to babies still in the womb, even to those that didn’t live. He’s all in, head over heels in love with his children. Totally committed, totally sold out to loving them.

When I found out I was pregnant with baby number one, we weren’t married. I asked him “What am I going to do?” Meaning, how am I going to raise this kid? His answer “You’re going to marry me.” And that was that. There was never a time he wasn’t going to be part of his kids’ lives. From that day forward he was a daddy.

Kids grow and we’ve learned that baby days are actually the easiest of days. When they out grow being a baby, a toddler and a little kid, somewhere between first grade and grown up they get really hard. When I’m thinking about what discipline we need to throw down he makes the simple suggestion that they need a date. When our kids get really hard and have some kind of behavior issue, he takes them to breakfast. I want to ground them for life, he wants to eat bacon with them. We’ve found bacon works. Sometimes they need breakfast a lot. They may or may not even talk about the issue at hand, but breakfast is the number one way he’s connected with those girls. He’s given them a soft place to fall when I wanted to take their social lives away.  He’s shown love and grace and mercy like I never could. It’s the love only a father can offer and it’s pretty amazing.

His night time patience far out lasts mine. I’ve seen this man laying in a toddler bed, outside the door of a kid learning to stay in bed, barely hanging on the edge our bed because too many kids were in the middle, in the bed of a sick kid, in the bed of a child with a broken heart and in the bed of a girl that can’t sleep because she is terrified of her own thoughts. I’ve seen him pace the hall holding a baby and I’ve seen him comfort a crying teenager in the night. He’s gentle and patient (and sometimes annoying enough) to get them back to sleep. He’s actually the most patient person I know. (Also, if you have babies now, there will be a brief time that you get to sleep between about the ages of 6 and 13. After that everything that needs to be talked about or worked out will happen between 10 pm and 1 am. This is also the time in your life where you will have a very brief window in which you’re actually able to fall asleep. That window will be between 10 pm and 1 am)

My guy shows up. I may be the mom that goes to every game, performance and trip. But he’s the dad in the stands, in the audience whose approval they want the most. He’ll show up with flowers and proudly watch in admiration. He doesn’t clap the loudest or yell from the sidelines. When we’re back to quiet of our home he’ll say “hey, nice rebound,” “Great show” or “You really hit that note you were struggling with before.” Those are the comments they crave, it’s his praise they live for. He shows up for dinner, he shows up at bedtime, he’s there for church, for family gatherings. He shows up for the everyday conversations and the big events. He’s a part of the mundane and the extraordinary.

He’s in love with our kids mother. We go out to dinner out on fun dates. Our kids see us kissing in the kitchen or holding hands on a walk. They also see us argue about whatever stupid thing that is getting on our nerves and then make up because people that love each other always make up. It’s no secret that it’s hard to live with another person and we don’t keep it a secret that we don’t get a long 100% of the time. Our kids have seen what it is like to struggle, they’ve seen us madly in love. They’ve seen us laughing and crying, they’ve seen us arguing and they know when we’re making out in the laundry room…shhh. They know their daddy loves their mom and I think that’s one of the best examples that he can be for them.

Father’s Day couldn’t pass with out me wishing the love of my life the happiest day, because he truly is the actual “best dad ever.”

I know there will be questions

Something unexpected happened this week. I know that many of you will want to know what happened and why our choices have changed. This will probably be a long post, but I need to tell you all the details so that you’ll really understand. If you are a close friend of mine and this is the first you’ve heard of this, I am sorry. There are several of you that need nothing less than the whole story and I hope you’ll understand, as I am sure this is going to be somewhat sad for you.

Our children will not be attending the Classical School of Wichita next year. I love the Classical School. I love the teachers, the kids, my friends. I love the beliefs and the strong Christian principles on which the school is founded. So, in all honesty, my heart is broken. When things changed on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday of this last week, I cried more tears than I have cried in years. I sobbed the kinds of sobs that knock you off your feet and your only choice is to sit, folded over crying into hands that can do nothing to resolve the situation. I prayed, simple one or two word prayers that sounded mostly like, “why,” “help,” and “please answer.”

I guess the best place to start is at the beginning.

We’ve always gotten tuition assistance to send our kids to private school. It’s a long story and one I’m not going to share with the world, but like many one income families private school just wasn’t a choice for us with out some kind of aide. Even with that financial aid we had to cut corners and neglect other things like home maintenance for the girls to go there. Well, Luke has a really great job now and on paper, it looks like we should be able to afford tuition. We got a very small amount of aide, but it wasn’t enough. When we looked at the numbers together, what we need in addition was just too much to ask for. Scriptures reference money more than any other topic (Check out Proverbs 22:7 for example) and we felt like instead of this being some kind of spiritual attack that it was very much God saying “no.” Which, by the way is the worst. When we pray fervently, expectantly, faithfully and the answer is “no”  it is one of the most difficult issues a Christian can face. We feel like this was a clear message that it is time we right the ship so to speak. I especially didn’t want to hear that.

I felt great loss. Loss of community, loss of a Christ centered education. We just attended the most beautiful graduation ceremony ever and I realize my middles won’t get that. What was I supposed to do? Where should they be going to school? Why was this happening? So much sadness.

If you don’t know our family well, then you should know that my life has been dedicated to their education since they were all very small. I’ve been homeschooling them since Madelyn was 4, so 14 years now. At first, that seemed like what should happen. “I guess we’ll just homeschool.” There were many concerns there and the kids were totally, totally against it. Which hurt actually. Our options to homeschool are good. There is a great co-op about a mile from our home. But, issues existed there as well. Sports options were an issue. Tears, tears, tears. I cried, I prayed. Should they go to public school. Our district school is not an option. Not, not, not an option. What choices do I even have? I cried. I prayed. Tears, tears, tears.

Every time I prayed the Lord laid a name on my heart. I don’t over spiritualize things and there have been only a few times in my life when I felt like God “spoke” to me. I’m not saying He audibly spoke but I prayed and I’d think of this name. A dear friend of mine kept coming to mind. She’s the mother of 4 adult children with an age range similar to that of my own children except their youngest is about 10 years older than my youngest. She homeschooled and her kids all went to private school in the 9th grade. Same as us. I prayed, I thought her name. So Thursday  morning I sent her an SOS text of sorts for an emergency coffee date. She met me that afternoon.

She said exactly what I needed to hear. But, not in the just telling me what I wanted to hear kind of way. I felt like the Lord was using her to tell me what he wanted me to know. I know that is super weird, and probably unbelievable to someone that isn’t a believer but let me tell you, I don’t know what people do who don’t know Christ. It is so lovely to have that kind of counsel. Proverbs is full of verses about wisdom. Read Proverbs 12:15. This and many other verses tell us to seek wise counsel. So, that’s what I was doing.

She knows homeschoolers. There is this belief in the homeschool world that the worst thing you could ever do is send your kids to public school. I know that is a secret, homeschool friends, and I just broke the mom code by telling it. You deny it, it’s ok. But, in your heart you believe it, as did I.

My friend vocalized that and it was as if someone were speaking the unspoken secrets of a hidden subculture. She said it was a lie. She told me that no matter what I decided to do with my kids, I wasn’t abandoning them. (Seriously, this is what homeschoolers think) She told me my choices were good, meaning the things I was choosing between were both good things and that God loves my girls and he has a plan for them. She told me there were bad kids every where and that I can’t protect my girls from every bad person. She told me I was a good mom. (Don’t we all need to hear that?) She promised to help put me in touch with people she knows from both the homeschool co-op and those that have had kids attend Circle High School. We talked about the wonderful teachers at the co-op and how that would work in conjunction with classes at home. She wanted me to do some research to feel better about the choices I was making.

What you don’t know is that Thursday morning Luke called Circle High School in attempt to get our kids an out of district exception. Apparently, at some point I had filled out an application online and he, the principal, had already approved it. He had approved it before the call. Do you hear what I’m saying? We were already in. Not only that but he had done a background check on my sweet 9th grader by calling our current virtual school. They “only had good things to say” about our family, so with that information he verbally accepted our 11th grader as well. With no further red tape.

We were going to wait to make the decision. Turns out it didn’t work that way. I started to get information about conflicting extra curriculars and choices had to be made. When I say they had to be made, I mean forms were due that very night and two very good options have important camps the same week. One would be if we homeschooled, one would be if they go to Circle. Decisions HAD to be made.

Based on a gut feeling and the kids desires. We choose Circle High School in Towanda, Kansas.  I never imagined we’d be doing this.

Since then I’ve talked to the basketball coach and he’s excited to have Gloria, I Facebook stalked him…he’s a Christian. I’ve spoken with the band director whom I was getting the hunch was a believer. At some point in the conversation he asked me if I knew a certain person who has kids at CSW. We happen to be friends with that family and our kids are very good friends. Turns out, that’s his pastor. He told me he was surprised that we were accepted into the district, he said it was “very unusual.” I heard “God is at work.” He is concerned about getting my little drummer girl plugged into the band and finding just the right place. He doesn’t even know us and he cares about my kid. He said these exact words “My wife and I were surprised when we moved here that we found a very tight knit community of believers at Circle.”

Next school year is going to look VERY different than what I expected. Honestly, I barely even know what to expect now. In a recent post I said the only thing I’ve come to depend on is change, but this is a change none of us were ready for.

God has a plan. God is in the details. He loves my kids more than I do.

 

 

New Normal

A neighbor stopped by last night to drop a card off at our house for Madelyn. He and his wife have 3 small children. Our neighborhood has undergone a shift in the last year, we’re one of the “older” couples on the street. As I chatted with him for just a minute he explained how their family has been so busy and he’s ready for things to settle back down. I told him about “new normal.”

When my kids were little the days were somewhat predictable. We’d be home every afternoon for nap time. Every evening at about 7:00 we’d start the bedtime routine which would ultimately end with kids in bed and mom and dad watching a show. Mornings brought breakfast, laundry and possibly play dates for lunch, all to be repeated again and again. We would do different things, go to different parks, perhaps a trip to the zoo. But, it was all predictable. As the years progressed we became busy with one kid, then the next and the next, all headed in four unique directions. Every season brings new schedules, new activities and new challenges. Just as soon as I feel like we’re settled in with one schedule something ends or something begins and everything changes.

It happened slowly. New Normal would last for 6 months or a year at first.

But now, New Normal happens every few months.

As I watch these kids grow and manage their own schedules, their own social lives, their own work and play what is normal for me is constantly changing.

There is no bed time, we try, but I think our kids are nocturnal.  We bought a fan and lock our door. Don’t talk to me until 7:30am. Teenagers sleep weirder than babies.

The kitchen is always open. Clean up after yourself (they don’t actually do this.) Don’t leave food in your rooms or the basement (they also don’t do that.)

Friends are always welcome and are often here.

I finally got a chalk wall which works amazingly well with helping us manage schedules. But, as soon as we’re used to the craziness of teenagers we’re going to have adults living with us or not here at all. That transition is already beginning. I’m going to cling to this summer, the last “normal” summer I’ll ever have. Then we’ll have “New Normal” summers. Those will change every other year for a while.

So, what I’ve learned is there is no such thing as normal. There is no routine to settle in to, there is no consistency to depend on. I am a creature of habit so I’m always looking for what I can count on. What I’ve found that to be is change, it’s the only thing I know for sure.

 

 

The time is now (Senior mom series)

There are so many clichés about being a high school senior. People will say, “This is only the beginning” or “The adventure begins here.” The quotes go on and they are all the same, it’s great to be a senior. You’re leaving the nest and stretching out your wings. You’ll still depend on your parents for a few things but those will become less and less until at last, you’re your very own person. It’s exciting and scary, and new and different. But, mostly exciting. 

Unless, of course, you’re the mom. I’m not one of those moms who has awful kids and can’t wait to kick them out the door. These kids are great. All of them. But for now, I’m going to focus on the oldest, because alas…the adventure begins here.

Madelyn hasn’t always been easy. Matter of fact she was a difficult baby. She cried a lot. She wanted to watch TV in the middle of the night and I was so sleep deprived, I’d let her. That’s before she was even 1! I wasn’t the worst new mom, but I wasn’t winning any awards. She saw herself as my equal from very early on. By the time her first sister was born she surely felt like we were co-parenting. At the age of 2 she stripped her previously sleeping 4 week old sister down and was attempting to change her entire outfit, diaper and all, while I showered. Once baby Emma was big enough to play on the floor Madelyn would drag her by the ankles out of my sight to change her clothes. By the time Emma was one and a half and I was pregnant yet again, Madelyn took it upon herself to potty train her sister, which of course required removing all her clothes, every time. I guess she saw being a mom as a lot of changing clothes. She would brush Emma’s teeth and even taught Emma how to climb out of her crib. Once when she was about 4 Madelyn loaded the dishwasher herself and started it with regular dish soap instead of dishwasher detergent. It was a bubbly mess, which we of course played in. By the time she was 9 I was bringing home sister number 3 and Madelyn started babysitting before her 10th birthday. She would be caring for other people’s children at 11. I’m pretty sure she has felt the burden of raising children since that first sister was born when she was 2. Thus is the life of the oldest girl. We used to have a lot of conflict until she realized she was one of the kids too and not here solely to be mommy #2. I know I gave her a lot of responsibility also, she didn’t just take it all on her self. I needed her help and she was willing and able, but that made her, for a time, feel like she was in competition with me. We worked that all out by the time she was about 9 or 10 (about the time she did mini cheer) and it’s been pretty smooth sailing ever since. When she was 11 she started CYT and that gave me time with her away from her sisters for a while. I spent hours upon hours curling her hair, driving her to rehearsal and volunteering at shows. It gave us something that was ours and was really one of the best things to happen to us. She really started to shine there, she fell in love with performing and made great forever friends. After homeschooling most of her elementary years she went to high school at the Classical School and it seemed then things had changed forever. It was sad for her to be gone all day but CSW was the best educational decision we could have made for her. She was challenged more than I could have challenged her at home and she was exposed to a new way of thinking that I didn’t feel like I could offer her. Travel has been a highlight of her high school career. Even as I write this she’s in a different time zone. ICTFlight Showchoir brought her out of her shell and helped her sharpen her performance skills, leadership skills and voice talent. I don’t think her high school experience would have been as rich with out that group. 

 

So, now, here we are at the beginning…but I feel like it is the end. I’m not sure how quickly things will change but only that they will. She’ll be moving away in August and the thought of it pains me. For 9 months out of the year my sunshine will be in a different state. She’s my sweetheart, my cuddly kid, she calms me down when I’m irritated and that dimple can make me smile no matter how frustrated I am. She’s funny, smart, loves Jesus and is a delight to be around.

I want to go to all the moms I see holding little babies and say “Don’t get too attached.”

It’s like postpartum depression. Everyone experiences it and very few people talk about it. It’s like it’s not ok. Is it ridiculous that I’m sad my kid is leaving me that she’s never going to be a kid again? I won’t come home to her backpack contents, and uniform pieces strewn about the kitchen. I won’t trip over her shoes. I won’t have to complain about her music being too loud or that she hasn’t washed her laundry. Her room will be left neat and tidy with only the non-important things left behind. I will feel like one of those things, I’m too big to pack, and quite unnecessary, plus it would be weird.

I want to say that this really kind of sucks. I have to be happy, and I am…I really am. I know it’s the right thing and I’m happy for her, but I’m sad for me. I’m sad I’m not a young mom any more. I’m sad I don’t have car seats and sippy cups. I’m sad that though for her this is the beginning for me it feels like an end.

That had to be said. You have to know that. When you look at your little kid and they are so frustrating, they don’t listen and you feel like you can’t reach them…keep trying. You want to have the kid that you cry about when they leave. You want that to be your kid. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want my kids to break my heart. I want them to be the kind of person people want to be around, not just that I want to be around but someone you would enjoy.

With all of that, here’s the big reveal. My sweet Madelyn competed for and was awarded a full tuition scholarship to Covenant College in Lookout Mountain, Georgia, near the Georgia, Tennessee state line. (It’s called the Maclellan Scholarship.) We are so blessed that she was offered this scholarship, I just know she’s going to thrive there! 

She graduates next month, the summer will fly by and my girl will move away. She’ll do amazing things.

Senior pictures by Melissa Dinsmore. Check out http://www.melissadinsmorephotography.com/

Reconnecting with a friend after 17 years

I’ve been waiting to post this picture until I had just the right words to say. I was going to post it on Instagram or Facebook, but I decided it was worthy of a full on blog post. This is a special picture and though I am sure there are no words I’m going to type some out any way and you’ll get a thimble full of the thousands of words this picture is worth. (If I know myself at all it will be a couple of thimbles at least.)

In the fall of 1983 my family arrived at our apartment in Izmir, Turkey. I was 6 years old and had already lived in 6 different houses in 3 different states. This would be my 3rd new school. It was an American school. We wouldn’t be learning a new language or culture in school, which looking back I guess is a little unfortunate. We did learn quite a bit about the Turkish culture living “on the economy” as they would call it. In our same building an American family was getting to transfer back to the U.S. They had packed up all their personal belongings and had rental furniture from the Air Force, the bare minimum.

It turned out that this family and my family had a lot in common. Their kids were similar in ages, they were Christians, they were Americans living in the same apartment building.

For the six or eight months we lived in the same building we were inseparable. Our parents would spend hours together in Bible study and lively conversation. Amy, their first grade daughter, and I would play dolls and house for long hours. We would eat large family dinners together, we’d sleep in the same bed. Our families became very close. They had a son, older than Amy and a daughter, younger. We all played and laughed and ate and slept. We rode the bus to school together and were in the same 1st grade class, until she moved.

Amy’s dad had been stationed to a base in Georgia and we wondered if we’d ever see this wonderful family again that we had grown so close to.  This was long before the internet, before social media and free long distance phone calls. We sent very literal letters in the mail, which could take weeks to arrive.

We left Turkey by the time I had completed half of the 3rd grade. We moved to Scott Air Force Base in Illinois. I finished the 3rd grade at my grandparents in Mississippi while my parents went on to Illinois. I think it was only 4 or 6 weeks. It felt like an eternity. Then, we moved to Belleville, IL, where I attended half of the 4th grade. Then, we moved on base where I would be in the same school district from the second half of 4th grade through the end of 9th grade. Nearing the end of 5th grade we go great news. Amy’s dad was getting stationed to Scott AFB!

6th grade was a little rocky. Amy was much cooler than I was and it was a stretch for me to chill on the attitude and be her friend. People didn’t like me as much as they did her. But she was kind and we were friends. Our friendship raised my middle school social class level.

We started both playing the flute in the 5th grade. Much of our middle school years was spent “practicing” for duets and going to music competitions. We spent hours looking at sheet music, laughing and talking about boys. I was crazy about boys. I’m not sure if she was as crazy as I was as I am certain no one has ever been as crazy about boys as I was. Amy lived on the other side of base so we didn’t ride the same bus home but as often as we could we’d ride home with each other to spend those long after school hours doing homework, playing the flute, doing flips off her bunk bed, eating cookies and talking about boys. When we didn’t go home together we’d spend hours on the phone….HOURS. I have no idea what we talked about. When I think how some of my kids text for so long I think about those hours I spent on the phone with Amy and I’m pretty sure it’s comparable. We had a code for the boys in our class and we’d call them by their code names so no one would know what we were talking about. We’d write notes and fold them origami style and slip them in each other’s lockers. It was middle school bliss to have a best friend, though I spent many lunches in detention, we had a great time in and out of school.

Then, after the 8th grade, Amy moved again. This time to Germany. I promised to write her every day. Which I did, for a while. Then it dwindled down as things like that do and we’d write once a week, once a month. But we stayed in touch.

We moved to Colorado, she moved to Kansas.

She graduated from Derby High School after only attending there for one year. Her graduation was at WSU. My family drove from Colorado Springs to Wichita, and on the morning of her graduation, Amy woke up to her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in 4 years. We laughed we cried. We spent the next 2 or 3 weeks together. My family took her back to Colorado with us and she attended my graduation, she was there the day my long time boyfriend broke up with me. It was perfect.

We met her parents somewhere, and she went home. We went on to college in different places. Amy back to Iowa where her family was from, me to Mississippi where my family lived. I got married, had a kid, coincidentally moved to Wichita.

Then, She got married in the summer of 2000. I was in her wedding, pregnant, toddler it tow. That was it. That was the last time we saw each other.

Facebook helped us to reconnect. I’ve seen pictures of her kids and wondered how she was. We’ve sent messages but I’ve long since broken my promise to write every day.

I was blessed with the opportunity to travel with my daughter’s showchoir this year, the same daughter that was a toddler at Amy’s wedding. I realized that one of the competitions might be close to Amy, and it was. She drove an hour to have lunch with me then watched my girl perform.

I didn’t know how it would feel, how it would be to see this special individual after so many years. She pulled up to the school I was at in her minivan, because that’s what we do now…drive minivans…she got out and hugged me and I swear she hasn’t aged a day. She’s the same little girl I played dolls with, who played her flute better than me and got A’s on everything I got a C on. (“A for Amy C for Carrie” we used to say) She was the same girl that cried with me the day my boyfriend broke up with me (thank the Lord) and who screamed in the back seat of my parents car with me when we almost got struck by lightening on the road back from Cripple Creek. So many memories so many giggles and tears it all came back in a rush and she looked beautiful.

We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant which was oddly good for Mexican in Iowa. She watched the show, and that was it. Happy/Sad.

I love her. I hope our paths find there ways wondering back together again.

We almost didn’t take a picture, but I’m so glad we did. So many words said, so many left unsaid. For words cannot encapsulate the love for a friend you’ve known your whole life.

Happy Birthday Amy, I love you dearly!

 

 

Declutter project: My dresser

Luke and I share this dresser. So we don’t have a ton of excess in this department to begin with. 

I have the top two small drawers, then the next two big drawers. Luke uses the bottom two. Pretty much all I wear are T-shirts and over time that can really pile up. Also, I’ve lost a bit of weight in the last couple of years but have been nervous to clear out all of the XLs. You know, just in case.

My drawers had gotten to where I could barely open them. This is baring it all folks. This is the ugly truth. I’m super messy, but just behind doors. If I can shove in a drawer, stuff it in a closet, or stick it on a shelf, I do. My house will look nice and tidy, but the truth is hiding just a drawer pull away.

I started making piles: a donate pile, workout clothes pile, comfy pants pile, etc.


The donate pile is the largest one in the back left of the picture.  Since these items are from my dresser, and contain some unmentionables, I decided I would just donate them instead of sitting them on a table at a garage sale for the whole world to come look at with me sitting right there.  The donate pile filled one regular size trash bag.

Now my drawers are nice and tidy.

I parted with some workout shorts that weren’t really all that comfortable. Hopefully I don’t miss them. I found some workout pants that I’ve been missing for months. I think each time I clean out a space the most important thing is to make a plan on keeping it from becoming cluttered again. My plan for this space is to make sure that any unwanted clothes go straight in a donation pile and don’t get put back away in my drawers.

I am never going to get my whole house decluttered if I only do one small space a week. I have to step up my game!

Declutter Project: Kitchen Desk

I’m getting started with my decluttering project. I’m still not committed to calling it minimalism just yet as really all I’ve done is the cleaning out of one space.

I have made a decision though and I think that is a start.

I’m part of a FB group called Uncluttered. I’ve just started the course with Luke. You can learn more about it here. The first step in the process for that course is to list the reason that you want to start this journey to less.  I thought the best place for me to share my “why” would be right here. I fully expect my why to change through out this process. For starters I’m doing this for Luke. He has supported me in every single thing I’ve ever wanted to do and the very least I can do is get on board with something that will benefit us both. Secondly, I hope to regain some sanity. Our lives are a little out of control. We run here and there and do this and that and there is no time for anything else. Fortunately all the running around is for really great stuff and I know this is only a season, but if having less junk around me could simplify that process and allow me to feel less stress and enjoy the journey then by all means lets clear it all out. Third, I want to be sure my children value relationship and experience over material possessions. Recently, I really wanted to get all the wood work in my house painted white. We have 1990’s honey oak. But then I realized the cost of that matched the cost to send a kid to private school for a year. My kids aren’t going to look back and say “Wow Mom, I’m so glad we had white wood work. All those kids with oak were really missing out.” They are going to look back and be so thankful for the opportunities that we were able to provide and thankful for the experiences, friendship and education at the school we’ve been so blessed to be able to send at least some of them to thus far. If I have to make choices, I will choose my kids over my woodwork any day. If there is an update to my “why,” I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

Here is a really ridiculous video of me cleaning out my kitchen desk. Grab some popcorn, this is pure entertainment.

Assessing the situation: Declutter life change: Step one

Two posts in one day! Not sure this will get posted today but even starting to write a second post in the same day is some kind of record I’m sure.

So, with beginning this whole process I wanted to take a moment and kind of assess the situation. I’m working on two lists.

The first is a list of things I love.

  • Jesus
  • My kids
  • Luke
  • Running
  • Reading
  • Writing
  • Making things
  • My friends
  • Hiking/Camping
  • My dogs

The second is a list of thing I do.

  • I drive…I drive a lot. I take kids to and from and pick them up and drop the off and I wait.  I spend a lot of time in my car. (Ok, let’s be honest it’s a minivan.)
  • Basketball team mom stuff (this also involves driving)
  • CYT mom stuff
  • Flight mom stuff
  • Homeschool
  • Make food
  • Wash/Fold/Put away massive amounts of laundry
  • Grocery shop
  • Shop for anything any one else needs
  • Write occasionally
  • Run (when I’m registered for a race)
  • Watch TV
  • Read occasionally
  • Look at FB/Insta/Pinterest on my phone
  • Special Occasion Stuff (party plan/make cakes/buy gifts/ ect.)
  • Look for things people can’t find
  • Work
  • Take the dogs out
  • house hold chores

Obviously some of those things can’t be changed, some of them can. It’s a working list. A lot of what I do revolves around my family but I have very little time to do the things I really want to do. But, who really wants to do dishes or look for lost things. It’s just stuff you have to do when you have a family. Is having less junk really going to do anything to bring us calmness?

 

 

New Project: 2017

I’m going to try something new. I’ll be linking some videos in my blog and let you walk through this process with me. (Gloria informed me that I videoed this wrong. I’ll do better next time Glo.)

This is going to hurt. (emotionally, not physically)

My kids are a construction zone

I’m sitting in a Starbucks waiting on Glo while she is at basketball practice and I’ve found myself with a few minutes to reflect. It’s a little too air conditioned in here and it looks like the weather might finally be turning to fall.  I spent the better part of yesterday in tears and today I had the worst headache of my life. It was so bad when I woke this morning I realized that I had been dreaming I was having a brain transplant, which I’m pretty sure isn’t even a thing.

I’m struggling today to get my thoughts into words. I’ve written and deleted this post 3 times already and it’s because each time I write I learn a little more about the issue. Writing is my therapy and sometimes, as I posted once long ago, since I have older kids, what is my business is actually their business and not really my business to share. So, as I hash and rehash the issues of the day, of the week, what I’m learning is actually about forgiveness.

I can’t share the issue but I can tell you what is beautiful.

Forgiveness is beautiful.

To be forgiven is our ultimate gift. To be eternally forgiven is amazing and I’m so thankful and honored to be forgiven. But, though that is beautiful and very much perfect, it can’t be the end. We must be forgivers.

To be a forgiver is to move on in big things and in little things, which are sometimes harder. When a little thing hurts (and in this situation there is a pile of little things that reminds me of my laundry…one load on the dinning room table isn’t so bad but by the time there is a week’s worth of laundry to be folded it is almost too much to handle.) you have to move on knowing that the same little thing might happen again. As a parent, you instruct. Sometimes, if you’re imperfect like me, you don’t always instruct constructively and then you need to be forgiven too. Then it starts to be a mess and that’s when we look to Jesus. He’s the ultimate forgiver. We get it all back together and promise next time we will be better. We promise to start with Jesus and then it is beautiful again.

I started the post I deleted saying that when I normally call our lives a beautiful mess, I should just tell you it’s actually a mess. But, as I worked through the words, typing and retyping the “truth,” I understood that our family isn’t a reflection of all of my negative character traits, which is what I was going to tell you. I was going to tell you that we’ve got to get it together; then, I was reminded that we’re still in progress. We aren’t complete and we never will be. These people that I’ve dedicated my life’s work to are still working it out. They’re a construction zone. Sometimes when you look at a building or a road that is being built all you can see is a disaster but the architect knows what the end result will be and The Architect knows it will be beautiful.