“It’s just new. Lots of things are difficult when they are new.”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said that in the past nine weeks.
Change can be hard.
Especially when you are expected to cope with a whole raft of new stuff all at once.
Especially when you have to just jump in and figure it all out as you go.
The start of this year brought so many changes for our family.
Some long awaited, some we’d rather put off forever, some difficult, some easy, some scary, some awesome. So many changes.
But we are slowly getting used to our new kind of normal.
I’ve only tried to start my new car with a key instead of pressing the button three times since I got it, and I didn’t lose it in the carpark today.
The split mornings with the early bus stop run and the later primary school run is not nearly as bad as I expected. I’m even getting used to seeing the sun rise.
Year seven has had it’s ups and downs, but I am so proud of how my girls have tackled the new and scary stuff, and all the homework.
The new dancing scheduled hasn’t driven me mad yet, and it’s a joy to see my boy loving his new class, even though it is hard sometimes.
We are slowly wrapping our heads around new schedules, new work, new specialists, new activities, and new friends.
As the fog of this first term of school term clears and we have two weeks break ahead of us, I am starting to feel like we have a handle on our new normal and this ‘building a place to come home to‘ gig is paying off.
I am finally starting to see the magic in the beginnings.