Home is interesting isn’t it? At home we are comfortable, we allow our true selves to shine, we forgive and get used to those around us, we love and we battle. Everything happens here.
In our home, we have 4 strong willed (to put it nicely) kids and 2 uptight parents. It’s a lot of chaos, a lot laughter, a lot of screaming, and lot of hugging it out. Most of all it’s a lot of love. It sounds so cliche, but I’m that mama. I can’t get enough time with them and I always feel like I need a break, all at the same time.
We have lived in our new home for about 3 months. We have more space and that is a wonderful thing! We have an actual school room! We have painted and hung our pictures and have a few big changes coming soon. Every change makes it feel more like home and less like a dream. I can picture our future here and I am really happy about it, but there are a few things that a new location just doesn’t change. No matter how much square footage we have, our littles are still going to fight over my lap. No matter what space I designate “School Room”, books are piled everywhere and “school” is still done all over the place. There is no shelf high enough to keep Grady out of the snacks, it’s more a matter of how high do you want him to climb. Our girls still share a room and they still fight all day, giggle all night.
I suppose I’m simply saying, it’s the people who make the home and our people are still the same. Almost all of us were temporarily “happy” with the move, but the truth is joy is found much deeper than our circumstances. So as the new wears off and this just becomes our home, I am excited to really settle in and find our joy again. I let it get lost in survival mode and I’m longing for it.
Here’s to a new chapter…