We bought a new car yesterday. Well, new to us. It's been a long time coming, but events last week pressed the issue. I'll spare you the long, sad, pathetic tale, but it included a tow truck, a long walk across town with two tired children, and recognition of some serious pride and trust issues I need to address.
As we were getting in our "new" car it hit me how much we've grown up as a family over the years. I've been driving SUVs and station wagons for the last ten years, but our new car is small, efficient, and speedy. We used to need so much cargo space for all the strollers, backpacks, car seats, sand toys, and changes of clothes we needed to haul around everywhere we went, just in case. Now all we need is four doors and a tank of bio-fuel. The kids pop in the back, buckle up and are ready to go.
When we're not on the go, you'll often find us together but doing our own thing. After the kids went to bed last night, I thought about cleaning up the mess we made in the family room. Instead I grabbed my camera and took pictures of the remains of our day.
Avery, armed with a new set of colored markers, rediscovered her love of fairies.
Aidan took off his shoes (which he now knows how to tie himself), put his goggles back in their case after a little evening swim, and played Jenga.
Not being able to fit all my crochet thread into a suitcase, I got the crazy idea to wind all the thread into smaller balls. It's a much bigger job than I anticipated. I didn't even finish the first ball last night.
I have a feeling there will be plenty more evenings like the last, and eventually all my crochet thread will fit in the suitcase. More games will be played, more pictures will be drawn, more messes will be made. We'll continue to pursue our own interests, together.
We've grown out of big cars filled with lots of stuff into a small compact, packed with lots of potential. Our lives fill up the calendar, but comfortably fit on our family room rug. I really love the direction in which we're headed.