Tuesday, May 22, 2012
We have been in our little house for nearly 6 years – I am staggered by that! Now we are packing up six years of memories. Before we moved in to this house, we weren’t married or even engaged, I had never even lived with a man before. We weren’t infertile, we didn’t even know what a cycle was, we weren’t parents. We didn’t have our darling JBB, we didn’t even have our little JourneyDog of Wool. I was a different person then.
It is nice that we feel the need to move because we became a family and our family has become too big for our house. There were times in the journey that I didn’t think that this would ever happen. I sometimes think that there are memories that I would like to forget, such as howling in pain after I went to egg pick up and there were no eggs but would I enjoy being JBB’s Mum so much if I didn’t have that memory? Would I delight in the fact that every day he says ‘Mummy’ over and over again – I assure you, I never get sick of it.
We’ve danced in that house, we’ve loved in that house, we’ve grieved in that house but most of all, we have lived. We live a pretty quiet life. We have friends that we see, we have family that we celebrate and commiserate with. We work, we play and we rest. Mostly, we have each other. My life is filled with love and if I have had some grief along the way, it is a small price to pay for the amazing love that I have in my life.
For the past few months, I have been doing a lot of questioning. Why is it so hard for me and not others? Why, out of all my siblings, did I seem to get the defective bits? Why do I even want another child, why can’t I be satisfied with one? Why, why, why? Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve stopped questioning why, because really, what the hell does it matter? I feel good that I let myself question and rail against the answers because I feel like I have a modicum of peace.
We are clearing a lot out as we move – I love a good purge of stuff, it feels great. I will take the memories with me, though - the good, the bad, the joyful and the sad – they’ve made me who I am and now I look toward our new house. A house that has space for our family to expand once again. I am really ready for this next cycle. My arms, my mind and heart are open wide.