But What Is Normal, Exactly?

On Thursday, the cheesedoodle would scream if I left his line of sight.  Friday, when I asked the mackerdoodle why she was crying and whining, she looked directly at me and said, “It my turn.”  “You mean, your brother was a cranky pants yesterday, and it’s your turn today?”  I asked.  She said, “Yes.  It my turn.”

That being said, today she played very happily in the excellent provided childcare while Jonathan and I attended orientation and she splashed delightedly with about eight other children her age in two wading pools this afternoon.  There are a lot of really great things here and I know we’re going to love it.

I know that when I can get the children back into a routine much of the challenges I’m facing will be gone; but what is routine, exactly?  For a year we’ve done the same things, day after day, week after week.  It was largely defined by Jonathan’s long shifts at work, and that was fine, but now an entirely new life is at hand.  It’s not just a matter of settling back into what we used to do.  It’s a matter of re-defining what is a normal day.

The thing is: in this new life “normal” will change from semester to semester.  Jonathan’s work (he was officially hired by a Chick-Fil-A here) will be scheduled around school, and school will be scheduled around course needs.  We’re entering a four-year period of enforced flexibility, and my primary job during this time is to make that okay for my kids.  I need to create comfort and routine in the areas over which I have control, and make the differences seem like adventures rather than burdens.  I need to be simultaneously a safe bubble of constancy and a change cheerleader.

In order to do this, I will need to be more deliberate and purposeful than I have ever been in my life.  I will need to be thinking ahead and anticipating instead of reacting to the moment.  I will need to be living each moment at the foot of the cross, because I can’t be all of the things I need to be.

I wonder if Jonathan is the real student here, or if the Lord has brought us here to teach me about my primary calling in life.  I know, at the end of the four years here, no one will be the same.  I’m looking forward to meeting the family that comes out the other side.


About Coralie

After 11 years of infertility, I am now a mother to three, a wife of a Presbyterian (ARP) preacher and a struggling homemaker. Welcome to my little corner of the net. Kick off your shoes, put your feet up and join the conversation. View all posts by Coralie

3 responses to “But What Is Normal, Exactly?

  • migatlanta

    Wow….love your heart. God is good. I pray that God grant you such overwhelming peace and comfort amidst all the changes that take place in your family from semester to semester. Miss you all.

  • Jawan

    Coralie, I accidentally wrote that comment on my brother’s computer. In other words, he was logged in and I didn’t realize it (Migatlanta). I’m sure he would miss you, too, if he knew you. HEE HEE.

  • Kristi-Anna

    Oh I could learn a lot from this post alone!!! But may have more to share come Monday night 😀

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