Transitions & Lost Teeth

It has been difficult for me to find space to write (both literally and mentally) since moving into my parents’ house, so I offer my apologies for the long break since my last post. And further apologies for bumping the post about our full-time RVing plans until later in July. Instead, I feel like I need to catch you up on the last few weeks.

Once our garage sale marathon came to an end, we slowly began moving what was left of our belongings across town to my parents’ home. It was one of the trickier moving situations I have experienced because many of the items we kept are used on a daily or regular basis. I couldn’t exactly throw our underwear and toothbrushes in a box until we were ready to fully move out of the house, so a good portion of our things had to remain unpacked until the very last day. It was also interesting because some of the bigger furniture items were staying with the house, and we continued to sleep in our bed until we sold it a few days prior to closing. Because of that, the progress was harder to see and the feelings of finality were deferred for a few extra days. However, after we had slept our last night there and loaded our bedroom furniture into a stranger’s truck, the emotions began to rise up and confirm that we were actually doing this. We were completing this huge step that, only a couple short months before, had been nothing more than a what if? conversation.

The day before the new owners officially took possession, we cleared the rest of our stuff out and cleaned. And I mean, cuh-leaned. I am certainly not the poster child for a spotless home, but ask me to clean an empty house, and I can make that thing sparkle! Before we left for the last time, we stood as a family in the empty “middle room”, holding hands and praising God for that home. Through tears, we thanked Him for the many wonderful days we had there and the memories we could hold on to. Then, we said our final goodbyes and had our neighbor take a picture to commemorate another chapter closed.

We have moved into a really great temporary situation, where we have plenty of space and separation, and the kids have the special opportunity to spend more time with one set of their grandparents. It is definitely an adjustment for everyone, but for the most part, the kids are rolling with it. There have been some tears and sadness over missing our old house and neighborhood friends, particularly from our daughter. The boys have responded more subtly to the many changes, and I am trying to show them grace in moments of behavior shifts and moodiness. I need to remember that sometimes they just don’t know how to verbalize their emotions, especially our youngest. We have had several good talks with our oldest about what he is feeling and missing and what he is hoping for our family during this time. I think it has helped him examine his heart and recognize behaviors that are being displayed out of sadness or confusion and those that are exhibited our of fear or anger. Those conversations have helped me look at my own heart and repent of my tendency to respond out of my feelings.

There have also been some really great times of laughter and settling in to the reality of our life for this next season. We are looking forward to the future, but we want this time to be full of great memories and closeness as a family as well. I found a great deal on a 16′ above-ground pool, so we set that up in the backyard for the summer, and the whole family has really enjoyed it! We all, but certainly the kids, love spending more time with my mom and dad too. They are creating sweet memories with their grandparents that they will carry with them for their entire lives. That in itself makes any amount of inconvenience totally worth it in my mind. The first week we were here, while my husband and I were at a meeting at church, our youngest son lost his first tooth. How cool for my mom to experience that with him and to actually help him pull it out! She was so thankful to be a part of that milestone in his little life, and we were thrilled she had that chance.

As we continue to adjust to life without a home of our own, we desire to embrace the change and the beauty of being uncomfortable. We want to be grateful for all that God has provided for us. I have loved seeing how resilient and adaptable our kids really are! I am excited to see them grow as they learn to understand and acknowledge their thoughts and feelings surrounding this time of transition. We know this time is temporary, but we want to learn and live in each moment – fun or difficult, exciting or mundane. We are certain this season has purpose, and we long to walk that out in submission and joy.

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