sometimes i find myself in a place that i know i've crawled out of before.
and yet here i am again...and not really wanting to go away...and glad to be here.
missing, longing for my mum.
just as torn inside as nov 14th, 1999 when they told me she wouldn't live very long.
like a child...desperate to hold on to her mamma.
i still look at my life and wonder "how do i do this without her?"
i wonder what she would think....how she would laugh with me and encourage me...and bring such fluttery happy light into it...much like my little ones bring....
dear jack and esme...
even just saying their names makes me smile....and somehow comforted.
goodness, i am making it sound like i had a terrible day! it was a juggly sort of day....but just fine...we woke up early early and tried to play in bed for as long as possible....we raced downstairs with 2 pairs of socks on each to make a fire...the coals were still flickering so it wasn't too hard. then i went outside to turn the water on (josh installed a cut off at the ground for cold nights such as these) and the lever came off in my hand! oops!
i found some oldish milk (the only liquid on hand) and heated it on the stove to pour over the pipe to thaw it out....
dressed in my wooly sweater and crouched under the house, i must have looked sheeply....bc sammie came up and tried to get REEEEEAlly friendly....i laughed so hard and tried to push him away...while pouring milk, while singing so the kids above me in the house could hear and not get worried that i wasn't there.....it was a hoot....and sammie! he needs to learn some manners...he would not take no for an answer!
i couldn't do much with the pipes....tried a heating blanket too...
everyone was interested...the chickens, the turkey, harry, sammie....they were right on top of me!
david came later in the day and fixed some broken pipes....thank you soooo much david!!!!
and the kids and i just rested and played inside mostly....outside a bit...collecting pinestraw for the chickens....inside making cardboard miter saws at jack's request.
watched way too many kid tv shows on the internet.
so, why is my heart heavy? who knows.
i am full and grateful and warm....the kids are sleeping...i have snuggly company....
and yet my heart is heavy...
hmmmm....
i think i just long for my mum to share tea ....to chat....to laugh....to be silly....
and it probably doesn't help that i am listening to music that i loved when she was alive....so some part of me feels alive in the years past...and yet without her...and i am crushed all over again.
i am tearfully grateful to have Jesus holding my heart....putting it all back together again....