We’ve been a family of seven for just over a month, now, and I thought I’d post a new list of the highs and lows.
Highs and Lows:
High: Those in our community who have brought us (or had us over for) dinner, and those who have picked things up for us at the grocery store. A couple of really awesome friends have come over to watch movies with the kids while I organize elsewhere in the house, or have invited me out alone to keep me from becoming (more) socially awkward.
Mostly High: The girls’ command of the English language is improving. Their command of commands is also improving. Specifically, phrases such as, “Mom, I am hungry. Eat now,” and “Hisaiah, stop!”
High: Lydia has learned to ride her bike.
Low: The girls’ first doctor’s appointments, including vaccinations and blood draws. We were in one office or another from 1:30 until 5 pm one afternoon.
Low: We have had to replace the upstairs bathroom sink and had to have our air conditioner repaired yesterday, making for some interesting (though small) hurdles.
High: We are watching God work in our eldest daughter’s heart. I enjoy getting to teach brief theology lessons each morning to the three big girls, who sometimes teach the lesson to Daddy later in the day. Or sometimes get bored during my lectures.
Low: I really want a date with my husband. No, just a conversation. No, one complete, coherent sentence with an appropriate, thought-out response at the end.
High: We had some really good family photos taken by our talented friend Tammy Stayton. Tammy is the only person in the whole entire world who can get a good photo of me actually looking at the camera, and not looking like a buck-toothed, crooked-nosed, one-eyed chicken. Feel free to quote any part of that review for your website, Tammy. If that doesn’t get you business, I don’t know what will . . .
Low: The head lice aftermath. The head-shavings that followed. The weeping and teeth-gnashing.
Low: Materialism. Technology. Discontent.
High: Family devotion time at night which now includes an array of drums and a borrowed guitar that’s short a string. Lest you think that’s metaphorical, I assure you it needs a new string. No one in the house currently knows how to even play a guitar, but we have a few rock band hopefuls. Right now, DA mans this guitar by randomly strumming it throughout whatever song we’re singing. It’s humorous that the younger kids believe he actually knows what he’s doing. They think he is simply amazing. I think we’re Von Trapp family rejects.
Low: Exactly one hundred Facebook acquaintances have invited me to get addicted to play some kind of Facebook game about candy. I continue to ignore those requests. And a bunch of e-mails. And my voicemail box is full. And I managed to eat two pieces of toast before 7 pm today.
Low: The stress of trying to remember what grace for ones own self feels like. First, I feel guilty for not getting something done/doing it quickly enough/doing it often enough. Next, I am reminded that I should be having grace toward myself. Then, I feel guilty for feeling guilty. Repeat. It’s a vicious cycle.
High: Knowing that it is God who has called us here, and that our hope remains in Jesus alone, regardless of what the day holds.