Sometimes I wonder what the next big dream is for me.
Other people dream big. Other people shake things up in order to make those dreams a reality.
I used to read two blogs quite faithfully: Moms by Heart and Lil Blue Boo. The author of Moms by Heart sold most of her family's possessions and took off on a roadschooling adventure that brought her family so much closer together and taught them all sorts of life lessons. The author of Lil Blue Boo sold her giant house and most of her possessions and moved across the country to a small town in North Carolina in order to simplify and be reminded how much beauty there is in life.
My own sister, nearly one year ago, moved her family from Illinois, where all of her friends and most of her family live, to Florida in order to follow the next calling God placed on her family. She has always been a mom and a pastor's wife, with a little bit of hair dressery mixed in, and now she's a science teacher at a Christian school.
All of these people left their everyday, well-known, worn path lives in order to pursue the next big dream.
About a year and a half ago, my husband and I reached a crisis point. Not a crisis between the two of us necessarily, but a crisis that the two of us faced together. I haven't asked his permission to share all of the details, so I'll simply say that we knew something had to give and he/we began desperately pursuing a new job for him.
We thought perhaps God was calling us to a new adventure. Job offers came from other states, even other countries. With an undertone of excitement and nervousness, we prayed about each one, waiting with anticipation for one to click and trigger the feeling that we had found the next giant step. Not a one fit the bill.
We carried on, silently thinking about our secret burden every hour of every day. Jared reached the point of surrendering it to God long before I did. He gave up the anxiety first. I've always had a tendency to cling to anxiety. We're old friends. It's unhealthy and unspiritual, but sometimes it's the only thing that's familiar.
As we held our breath, waiting for God to reveal His plan for our family, I felt myself pulling away from everyone and everything around me. Without even choosing to do so, I was preparing to leave the things and people I know here.
In the absence of an actual next step, that only led to feeling discontent. I was closing off to the known without having a new unknown to open up to. I found myself wanting to run away. I wanted to get away from my overwhelming responsibilities at church. I wanted to be done volunteering for so much at my kids' school. I wanted to pull away from people who--in my skewed opinion--took me for granted.
The lack of a dream to follow left me discontent and disappointed. But I couldn't really talk about it to anyone because I didn't have a full story to tell. I figured I'd wait until I had the other half, the part where I would tell that God was leading us to this next big thing. So I waited.
As I waited, it became harder and harder to talk about other things. I couldn't really blog very much because I couldn't talk about the thing that was on my mind and stirring my heart and spirit daily. It felt fake to write about some recipe or craft or kid moment when that wasn't really what was on my mind.
And then I got a Mac and suddenly managing pictures became the weirdest impossible task ever (Why?! This isn't that hard! I just want to upload pictures to a blog--seriously!!). And with the inability to add pictures to my blog posts, the last bit of motivation to publish died with the last breath popping like a bubble.
With all of the job offers that Jared received--and there were LOTS--none were right for our family. Each one brought false hope and proportionate disappointment until eventually we numbed ourselves to the sting. We tried to open ourselves back up to our responsibilities here and I tried to start pouring myself back into all that I do. I hosted baby and bridal showers. I prepared a lesson each week for my Sunday school class. I made teacher gifts and helped with school functions. I tried to find things I could clear off my "plate" and ended up finding very little that could go. So I pressed on.
I found a little bit of adventure several months ago when my friend Michele had an opportunity to go back to work and asked me to care for her two children. Michele's husband dropped her kids off each morning on his way to work, and I kept watch over them for about an hour or so before I took Garrit (a kindergartener) and my boys to school. I had Abby (preschool age) all day, even when Nora was at preschool three mornings per week. I had so much fun getting to know these kids. I worked with Nora and Abby on their reading and writing skills. I took the girls on mini adventures, which I honestly probably wouldn't have been purposeful enough to do if it was just me and Nora. I took on these kids as my own and enjoyed so much watching all five kids forge friendships that I believe will last.
School finished on June 1. I get to have my little chickadees back in my nest all day. Garrit and Abby are home with their parents just down the street (both work at schools, so they have the summers off). Jared left for a trip overseas before school even finished, and he just returned (yesterday was his first day home). So I feel like summer is just starting now, which means my mental clock is about two weeks behind reality.
Besides missing Jared terribly, I have been loving summer. I LOVE late nights and sleeping in. I love the relaxed schedule and not being a slave to the clock. I love my kids putting together a baseball game in our yard and making up sprinkler games. I love the glisten of sunscreen on their skin and Nora's fuzzy curls from the humidity. I love babying my garden and eating homemade popsicles and drawing bike obstacle courses with sidewalk chalk.
I study my children every day. The baby fine microscopic hairs on their faces. The tiny crease at the top of their cheeks nears their eyes. The bony knees on legs that get just a whisper longer every day. I don't want time to hurry up at all. I am as aware as I can be that this is a dreamy stage of life, and I try to commit every second possible to memory as I know it is fleeting. I don't want Nolan to go to middle school or Nora to go to kindergarten when August comes. I want this. Now. Forever.
In my quiet moments I still remember that I don't know the next big dream for me and my family. I have ideas of what I thought it would be. I have visions of what I hoped it would not be. But here I am living in today.
While Jared was gone, I was satisfied just to get clothes and dishes clean, to feel like the kids got more time outside than time on iPads, to get Nolan to baseball practices and games. I painted my nails fun colors just for a cheap thrill. I completed puzzles and watched Downton Abbey to fill the time that tempted me to feel lonely.
Now I just want to enjoy every minute of these summer days. But then the part of my mind that never rests still wonders about the next big dream. This fall will be a huge chapter change for me as my last baby goes off to school. I agreed to babysit a 4-month-old baby August through October. It feels a bit like a cop-out doing something I already feel like I know how to do rather than tackling something brand new. But it will help me with the transition.
We have had mini adventures that seemed like big dreams at the time. I feel like they could be titled like episodes of Friends: The One Where Jessica Lost a Bunch of Weight, The One Where We Moved After Ten Years In One House, The One Where Jared and Jessica Went on a Getaway.
So, what does life look like these days? Well, I've put on some weight and feel self-conscious most of the time. Nolan and I still battle stomach issues daily. Griffin blows me away with his intelligence and with the improvements he continues to make with his skills of human interaction (when I can tear him away from electronics). Nolan has recently discovered that he knows absolutely everything and has unlimited time and resources to argue until you come around to recognizing his rightness. Nora has sufficiently mastered the art of the cartwheel and has moved on to practicing handstands. She says the most hilarious stuff that has ever left the mouth of a five-year-old girl. We finally decorated a couple rooms of our house but have run out of money to truly finish them off now or tackle anything new. Our yard is 3% grass and 97% clover. I planted new vegetables in my garden this year but was apparently overconfident as three of the newbies didn't ever come up. So I replanted plants (rather than seeds), but we've since had disastrous storms and flooding. We'll see. I continue to teach my adult Sunday School class, but I really desire a ministry shake-up.
I hope this summer is full of friends and the smell of sunscreen and weird science experiments and reading for pleasure and garage sales and backyard adventures. I hope we can swindle our way into other people's pools and duck out of things that drain us more than they revive us. I hope I can figure out how to publish a picture on this dang blog so I can show you some cool stuff.
Jared will probably get a new position at his current company, and we will stop imagining a big move and a great adventure where our family grows closer than ever. I'll stop thinking about joining a tiny church and having a hand in watching it grow as we share what we've learned from nearly 11 years at an explosively growing church. I'll give up the dream of being like missionaries but in a comfortable bug-free, wilderness-free, language-barrier-free way.
I'll get back to planning dinners that meet everyone's dietary needs and restrictions (and stop letting the kids eat cereal for dinner...). Now that Jared is home, I can begin to think ahead toward our big family vacation next month. I will be going to another Beth Moore conference later this month and look forward to the time of worship and growth. I just finished a book (that was slightly disappointing) and have another ready to read. I just finished a puzzle and hope to find more puzzles through garage sales or some other cheap source so I can stop paying full price at Walmart to feed my addiction.
At least I ended my long blogging hiatus. For now.
I may not be selling my possessions or trekking across the country any time soon. Let's be honest, I'm definitely a stay-in-one-place kind of girl. I love the predictable and the comfortable. I'm not really an adventurer or even a free spirit. But I have a tiny part of me that is open to that sort of thing if I'm certain (like 100% positive) that it's God's plan for me and my family. So I have faith that He will nurture that willingness into an actual dream in His timing.
I once had a far-off dream of getting married to a tall, handsome man and having my own children. Sometimes I forget that I'm literally living out my own adolescent dream. It can be tough to look ahead without missing the present. Both are necessary. I'm doing my best to enjoy living this wife-mom dream while straining towards the next big dream ahead.