It seems I have been out for a while. I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever get back here and put these pages back on and if the words will still fit. I assume they will, but I need to find my hat. Not a literal hat, more of a literary one. My writing hat is somewhere far away from the rubble of lists and receipts from the days of frenzy and I need to sort my way out.
In the mean time I’d love to tell you a little about where I’ve been. I may even catch a glimpse of that silly hat in the process.
Looking back, I realize I haven’t written a meaningful post for a month. And this one won’t fix that.
We’ve had birthdays. Two out of the three boys are now sporting a new number and they are so proud. 9 and 5 are so much better than 8 and 4. Just after Thanksgiving 6 will become 7 and all will be in order until next fall.
We’ve had new commitments. The boys are in Karate, and keeping up with classes and katas and graduations has been exciting and fun and educational. It’s also taken a lot of time. Which I am not surprised by, but I can’t think of anything it’s replaced. Which is no way to budget.
We’ve had company. Grandma (Kris’ mom) came this past week and got caught up in our whirlwind for a little while. We had a great time, but I like it better when we get some time to sit on the porch and visit over a cup of coffee. But we did have a great time. I love the fact that she loves my boys. Enough to endure a full week of karate lessons and early morning play times and still talks about coming back. That’s pretty special.
I’ve had MOPS. I had a blast over the past two months, preparing, crafting, imagining, creating and leading some very fun ladies in making cute things. It’s inspired me to create more here, and make more messes.
I’ve been speaking more. Just yesterday I drove to a campsite across the lake to expound on some Scriptures with a microphone in my hand. A small part of a women’s retreat was mine to hold for a little while. I did the only thing I could do, I prayed for anointing and laid out my heart on the alter. I made them laugh, I saw them crying and I knew God took the offering. I was happy the rest of the day.
Today, I’m going to stay home as much as possible. I need to fold laundry I’ve washed, dried and dropped in a corner. I need to plan meals and wander ahead through next weeks myriad of possibilities and plan for order in another odd schedule. The boys have only one full day of school and then conferences with teachers and days off and their daddy will be hopping on a plane again for a few days.
This is not the normal I had planned, but what is?
There is no normal.
In the midst of it though, I want to find my hat. I left it in a happy place, where I’ve expressed all the meaning in the small parts of the days and it helps me appreciate the minutia and remember the quiet. I’m sure I’m getting warmer.
Wish i could hear you speak. I am sure God has gifted you in that as well as being a great mom. I really did enjoy the week – thanks for doing things with me! Loved it all and you all.
Love you too! I wish it were a little easier to share all the fun with you, but I love the fact that you make those efforts to come. The boys have no idea it’s a sacrifice and that says so much.