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.
Oh wow a beautiful post. Those sad memories certainly make the happy ones all the more sweeter, don't you think? Much love to you in the new house and many many blessings to come.
ReplyDeleteI always love the way moving allows you to reflect on the past. Its one of those times where you really, really get to remember everything that has happened in that span of time. As much as the bad sucks, you wouldn't change it because you realize the bad is what brought you to the good.
ReplyDeleteI, too, love to just get rid of stuff in a move too. Its so refreshing, and in some ways, cathartic.
The best part is looking toward the future with hope and happiness. Sometimes, a move is all it takes to get the ball rolling in the right direction.
Good luck with all of the packing, moving, and unpacking. I hope your new house brings you all of the happiness and blessings you deserve.