Tomorrow marks four months since we arrived in the States. A lot has happened during those three months. It no longer feels like we are "fresh off the boat". Moz feels like a distant dream which is hazy memories but affects . how we view the world and how we make decisions.
Joel is working long hours and I am a stay-at-home mom. There's a blessed monotony to our lives of circling through our days--taking walks, going to preschool, reading books, playing games, changing diapers, cooking, laundry and unpacking. I feel content in the monotony, knowing that it is a season of life. Our lives will not always be this uninteresting or under-involved in other people's lives. But frankly, after spending the past few years being outward focused, it's nice to focus inward on our own family. That said, it feels selfish and luxurious--like filling the bathtub full with hot water without thought to water consumption.The time will come when our lives will be busier (though I hope we won't be living at a super-frenetic pace that I observe many people being caught up in). I also know that we need to move at our own pace for becoming involved, for if we don't listen to our own rhythms and need for time, we will burnout and overdo it.
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