Today our daughter “graduated” from preschool.
She also had her last dance class as a pre-schooler.
I was watching her the other day sat in front of the tv watching Cbeebies at about 2pm. I kept thinking that in just a few short months she’ll be sat in a classroom and daytime lounging about will be a thing of the past.
She’s our first and I’m finding it so hard. This change…it’s heartbreaking.
However, she is so excited! She’s already made new friends, she’s booked into a dance class for 4 year olds, she screams “there’s my school!” every time we go past and even I’ve made new ‘mum’ friends!
Life seems to be settling down for us, we’re getting into a routine. Things are moving at church, school…it’s not really moving at work for my husband, but that’s another story, which I probably write about later.
Last year, the thought of moving on was all I hung on to. I couldn’t wait to leave this city, move house, make new friends and get stuck in to the life of a wife of an ordinand.
Right now, the thought of that change scares me!
My daughter is settling, my son is settling, our church life is settled, our home is starting to feel more like home …I walk down the street and people say hello to me because they recognise me, I know the staff at the local co-op!! The longer we stay here the more roots we are making and the harder it will be to move.
Maybe this strange change in my feelings about moving, is God’s way of helping me to realise just how big this becoming a clergy family is. It’s a wrench and it won’t be easy. It’s our whole lives – being given to God for his purposes and that’s not an easy thing….but it’s a good thing isn’t it? I don’t think we are called to have a settled life, or to be comfortable and just watch the world go by.
Change is hard but good. In this situation anyway.