peelosophy

In junior high I transferred from a private all-girl school to a public co-ed school. That is a heck of a transition for a junior high girl!

By God’ grace, I became instant friends with a group of girls, of which most of them also had transferred from all girl schools. We were called The 6-Pack because their were 6 of us and we were inseparable. I don’t know if this name was given to us or if self-proclaimed, but it was junior high – if you had a place or a name where you fit in – it was half the battle.

I’ve been thinking of my junior high 6-pack lately, especially when I stop and realize that we are now a family of 6. Even writing that,  it is crazy to me. Don’t get me wrong, we wanted a big family and I’m from a family of 6 — this should not be that crazy to me!

It really gets me when I see a picture of our four kids (which is really hard to get a good one!).   Just looking at each of their faces, I am hit with the fact that, again by God’s grace, John and I made these little people and we are in charge of their molding and shaping into adults. Um, holy crap.

So the realization of my new 6-pack has STILL not sunk in yet.  The family dynamic that comes with our new number has not fully materialized yet.  There are more haphazard decisions, unmet self-imposed expectations, and less time. I am still figuring out how to supply the demands.  For me, let the record show, 3 to 4 kids has a higher learning curve than the other jumps.  Everybody always asks me that question.  What’s weird, is that Emma is such an easy baby, it’s just adding the one more!  John would disagree and thinks 4 is less of a big deal.  I find that funny.

Bare with me as I try to re-enter the world of blogging!