A new year. Fresh start. Adjusting to life with 4 active kids. I used to have some control. I never understood how people claimed to be so busy, I never felt overwhelmed with my life. And here I am. Living that life.
It's crazy.
Days are hectic.
Blurry.
But everyone is happy.
Everyone is healthy.
We're figuring it out.
It's messy. But it's working.
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| Drew turns 4 |
I feel as though I've turned a corner. Knowing that I will not be having any more kids. I am completely happy with what I have and totally content knowing my baby making days are over.
That time has past.
Now I enter a new season and focus on raising these small humans.
I wonder what kind of adults they will become.
What exactly do I hope they learn from me?
Do I want them to learn from my mistakes?
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| Knotts Berry Farm |
Isn't it okay for them to learn for themselves?
I'm sure everyone has to eventually figure those things out themselves.
But I worry what will happen to them after their trials.
How will they come out of the hard things?
Will they be stronger? Wiser?
Will they be able to look back and know what they have learned and WHO they can put all their faith and trust?
Do they know who their Savior is?
Exactly what can I possibly teach them without their own experience?
I've heard my Grandma say "They are born who they are." I can try to influence who they are and what I want them to become, but they ultimately are their own people. They will make their choices, find their own paths and all I can do is watch.
Watch and worry.
Watch and be proud.
Watch and cheer them on.
Watch and pray.
They will be an eternal burden to me, even when they no longer live in my home.
We are set up in families, so it must be part of the design.
I teach them. On purpose or otherwise.
I learn from them. Willingly or not.
Life is so crazy.
Life is so good