Friends….it has become Crazy Town in these parts. Maybe I can claim we are just sucking the marrow out of life—-thus, no time to write? This past week, Matt’s been gone for eight days in San Francisco. I have been single parenting, but really, it has just been a revolving door of friends, family & special times with so many folks. Lunches, playdates, sprinklers, meals dropped off, LEGO camp. The list goes on and on. But truly, the gift to myself was no pressure—no pressure to vacuum. No pressure to cook elaborate meals. No pressure to pack boxes for our upcoming move. No pressure to do the laundry. Just to be present. I managed to almost finish a book and read six magazines I have been storing up. Our move is only 2 1/2 weeks away and so there isn’t much more time for reading magazines and sipping mojitos. Those boxes have to be packed. But for this week, I gave myself a “mental break”. And it was surprisingly life-giving.
I have been writing blog posts that will publish soon in a few different locations, but realized I haven’t actually put much here…in fact, it’s been three weeks. So, in honor of Sunday Funday, I’m blasting the blog with lots and lots of pictures from the last few weeks.
- Kindergarten ended (sniff, sniff, sob, sob) with a beach party and dodge ball tournament.
- The long awaited LEGO camp unfolded this last week. Alex built a Hexagon house, space ship and moving/robotic car.
- We had lunches with friends from our First Presbyterian Berkeley days and teacher buddies from Vargas here in Sunnyvale. Such a gift to have relationships continue even after our day-to-day lives stop intersecting. Also squeezed in four girl’s nights after the boys were in bed—-the Bachelorette, s’mores, laughs with 20-year long friends and wine/chocolate nights do wonders for the soul! It gives me hope for similar connection, despite distance, after our move.
- The All Church Picnic and Vacation Bible School were huge highlights of June and will be irreplaceable parts of our summer. I love teaching each year, adored my students and always find it so energizing. Matt even played the role of the tree Zacchaeus climbed in.
- My friend and I happened upon a fire about two weeks ago on our early morning walk during the week of VBS. It was such a sad happening. We are so grateful we were there at the right time, on a route we normally never take. But, goodness, still processing that experience—and await news of the “fall out” as the police investigation continues.
- We enjoyed the visit of our friend from Westminster Woods days, Christine, who injected the house with fun and energy (and lots of strawberry projects) for 2 days during Matt’s week away, as well as a VERY welcome visit from Grandma Judy.
- We celebrated a wonderful day with Matt’s family for Father’s Day—probably the last time a good portion of us will be together in one place for a bit—cue, tears. 😦
- We were lucky enough to squeeze in a day to Wine Country with our dear friends, the Daniels, recreating our first date which was also spent with them a little over 10 years ago.
Even though the past three weeks have been a “hodge podge/mish mash”, I wouldn’t have it any other way. There has been some very tough moments. Lots of parental instances that aren’t for the photo albums. Mistakes. Mess ups. “Make do” dinners and mornings where we barely scrambled out the door on time. But, lots of key moments to remember and savor as we wrap up our time in Silicon Valley.
This morning, the Rev. Joey Lee gave the sermon at our church. He reminded, through the story of Mary and Martha, that we have a choice. Are we going to be sitting in the kitchen, banging pots and pans extra loudly, hoping someone will notice and step in? To help save us from being in charge of EVERYTHING!?!?! Basically saying to Jesus, as Martha did, “Why don’t you just step in and DO something?!?!” Or will we manage our own anxiety, not allowing it to cloud us and miss what lies before us to be seen and experienced?
People who feel out of control tend to become controllers. Deep down, they’re afraid of falling apart, so they micromanage to bind anxiety.
These past few weeks pushed me to accept the hodge podge, let the mish mash be a bit chaotic and release my grip on the need to control. I am starting to grasp that time allows us to see the chaos as what it truly is—a cohesive piece of ART that God is weaving before us day in and day out.