Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Blah-ness can lead to Ahhh-ness

It is not necessarily exciting.
It is not usually sparkly or glamorous. (However, glitter can be involved.)
Definitely not mysterious.
It is a 7 letter word that can cause some, if not most people, to retreat very quickly.

R
O
U
T
I
N
E

There, I said it. I got it out without getting hives.

With all the changes in our lives in the last month, the very thought of a routine was surely stuffed away in a box somewhere. And this very day I attempted to pull it out, untangle, and try it out again.

The results were grimacing. 

From the time we woke up, little ones were asking, asking and re-asking "can we do this?", "will we do this?", "when will we do this?" and as many variations of that question as you can imagine. 

Tears were flowing freely when I attempted to lay each one down for a nap. That may sound typical to have fussy, emotional kids that whine and complain about pretty much any decision you make as a parent but let me say with emphasis, THAT IS NOT TYPICAL FOR US.

I learned early on in my mommy-hood, kids.need.routine. They need it like they need air. Like they need food. Like they need love. With it, they flourish and learn, soaking up each moment like a sponge. 

Without it, as I have once again been reminded of, they fall apart at any given moment like an unraveling sweater. The slightest pull or tug and all joy, smiles and pleasantness is yanked right out.

Attempting to start a routine can be daunting, an unfathomable task. However, with some good old fashioned dedication you can push your sleeves back, brace yourself for the bumpy ride and reign that wild horse back in. 

You see, humans do not naturally flow towards routine. What is that law they reference to say that things tend to stray towards chaos? I forget. But it's true. And it is no less true for little ones. In fact, little ones may need structure more than any other age group.

Over the next few days and weeks I am going to continue working to pull my little horses back into the stall so we can return to a place of order in our lives.

Order brings peace.
It sets little teeny hearts at ease knowing what they can generally expect to happen that day.
It brings joy in the home. 
Smiley faces.
Happy hearts.
And a general sense of…well, "ahhh-ness".

Side note for all questioning or concerned: Routine does not have to mean boring. And it most definitely does NOT mean no spontaneity. Life is full of unexpected opportunities that bring excitement and fun. However, when there is a general order to your young ones' lives, they can more easily enjoy those opportunities and there will be much fewer emotional messes you as caretaker will need to clean up. All in all, it leaves much more time for fun! And we can all say, "Ahhhhh" about that.










Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Adventure 101

Somewhere right smack dab in the middle of living life, you either get slapped with the reality of this truth or you swallow it bit by bit until you have accepted it fully~ life is an adventure. 

One right after the other really.
Never ending.
A-just-when-you-think-things-might-calm-down-they-do-not kind of adventure.

Right now we are living 1000 miles away from home (that is not figuratively), with our stuff sprawled out in 7 different locations while our new home is being built. 

Exciting? Yes. Easy? I could think of other words…

And all this after a month of trying to keep the home looking untouched while trying to sell it. And just before selling it, realizing the brand new roof was in shambles. But before that, adjusting to life with a family of 5. And yet before that, an insanely difficult pregnancy that caused my oldest to recently tell me she in fact did NOT want to have children because she did not want to have to lay on the couch sick all day. 

I am certain of one thing~ once the new home is completed and the adventure of moving in is finished and all seems good and well in the world, more adventure awaits. And I have learned (or maybe I am still bit by bit learning it) that it always will. 


While the love of my life is back in our hometown, the girls and I are surrounded by family, loving and supporting us. We have unpacked our bags but judging by my dreams, I have not mentally "unpacked" all that above stuff. And maybe I never will. Maybe life is not meant to be understood and someday when we finally have the time to "process" everything we have gone through, we will not even want to. 

After a phone call of missing one another the other night, my husband text me and told me he noticed a magnet on his parents' fridge that has been there probably 20 years and he just then finally read the words:
            

                      "It is good to have an end to journey toward,
                       But it is the journey that matters in the end."

I find those words very fitting. Fitting to whatever experiences you are encountering right now. If life is crazy, it's an adventure. If life is hard, it's an adventure. If life is exciting, it's an adventure. 

You will never walk through this same "adventure" again. And maybe that is a reassuring thought. Either way, it is your life and you only get to walk the steps before you one time.

Just one time.

You may take detours, miss a turn, and travel roads you never expected to see, however, it is your own adventure that no one can or will experience for you.

As best you can, enjoy the journey. 

Learn what you can from it.

Surround yourself with those you love and who love you.

Smile and take on the day. You never know what is right around the corner.