Change is a constant. Change within the walls of home is a constant. The building years are different to the years I find we’re in now. I don’t know what to call these years yet, but at the start its about pulling together a home. Nesting, collecting. Now it’s different.
First there were 2 of us. Then 3,4,5,6,7,8,9. Then 10, 9, 8, 7, 8, 7. (But in fact, 13). Cars, trailers, shifting, licences. But still reading books, buckling car seats etc etc.
Now 4 are finished school. 3 in school. Once there were only 3, but now ‘parenting’ ‘only’ 3 is strange.
This growing up business is interesting. For them and us.
One of the ‘bigguns’ asked me if I knew what my purpose in life was now the wedding of our oldest daughter is behind us. While the wedding was never my purpose, caring for the needs of my family is the greatest chunk – and wedding stuff was a big chunk of that.
The shape of us is different now. In more ways than a married daughter signifies. In this time one has moved home, another has moved out and another has finished school. Lots of changes.
I’m a project driven person. For the first time I can remember I don’t have a current project. I’m not nursing a baby. I’m not running courses, or putting together a magazine. I’m not painting or decorating or planning – ANYTHING!
A while back I mentioned to God that if He wanted anything of me He had to make it happen. I’ve done that stuff for so long that these days I need to know what’s Him and what’s me.
I’m wondering what’s next.
Thankfully we all roll with the changes bit by bit.