As many of you know, I took a big step back from most of my social media and online activity these last ten months. I wanted the space to help my family settle into our new life, and I needed the space to adjust to all the changes myself.
It is a Saturday in the middle of Autumn. The boys play at home in the morning, and Rick hangs out the washing. While the boys build things out of Lego, we put the kettle on, make cups of tea, and chat about the rest of the day.
It is Lewis’ second birthday. Rick and I wake up exhausted, due to our late night. Noise drifts down from the other end of the corridor. The boys are awake. As discreetly as possible, I gather the four big boys…
I am tired today. In the morning, I lose my patience with Lewis because he cries every time I walk away. In the afternoon, I take out my exhaustion on the big boys. Instead of showing them grace, I am harsh and stern with them.
Around here, it is getting hotter every day. Spring is disappearing quickly. The days are getting longer, the humidity is rising, and I find myself reaching for my breezy tank tops almost every morning.
Sometimes it still seems surreal that, in the span of eight and a half years, I have given birth to six boys. It is truly amazing what my body has brought forth, and I can only thank God for the children that He has given us.
Every Thursday, my beautiful mother-in-law comes over and looks after the boys for me. In other words, she gives me a whole day to do what I need to do or want to do. And she has been doing this for the last five years or so.
New Year’s Eve. It is our second last day at the old house. A couple arrives in the afternoon to pick up our television unit. Half an hour later, a man comes by to pick up our meals table. Piece by piece, our house feels emptier and emptier.
Ten months ago, our family made a fresh new start: we moved to a new area of Sydney, we moved houses, we moved churches, we moved schools, and my husband moved jobs. In every possible way, we started all over again.