Welcome To The Jungle
We have entered the jungle and it is not all fun and games. I guess maybe that is an unfair title as, at first glance, you would assume we have arrived in some exotic place when indeed, we have not. I am referring to an entirely different kind of jungle. One that I really did not anticipate or prepare for.
I have been officially off work for the past two days, and while in some ways I have settled and my heart beat has slowed to safer pace, the 48 hour panic of such an epic journey has set in. All six of us have been experiencing a bit of panic, fear, and frustration… and the emotions are soaring. I want so desperately to love on and draw near to my kids, but over the last couple days I feel like we have all just been yelling at each other. I actually yelled out, “Stop giggling, laughing, pinching and slapping back there!” to my kids on our way home tonight… a phrase many of us parents have laughably and regrettably uttered in those moments.
I must admit, I thought our departure from the norm would happen a bit more smoothly. I severely underestimated the depth of impact this journey would have on all of us from the very beginning. As though it wasn’t stressful enough to plan and pack for six people, we have added some pretty significant life questions and potential changes, and the impact is a bit overwhelming. It feels a bit like we’ve started removing a giant bandage, and we’re peeling it back ever-so-slowly. I want to rip it off… but it doesn’t seem to work that way.
At this point, I just can’t wait until we are all pushing that little recline button at just over 10,000 feet, shortly after taking off. I don’t even care what we might realize we forgot at that point. I just want the journey to be underway. I hope and pray that our little family detox period will end quickly and we can begin to breathe… and breathe deep… together!