That first ride on the swing

Desta had never been in a swing until two days ago.

When she arrived last September, she was too little.  Then the sickness hit.  The cold. Winter.  No swinging.

My parents took her for her first swing ride a few days ago.  She was terrified and did NOT like it.  But they kept encouraging her, smiling and swinging her.

Now we have a full swing convert in our house.

I’m the same way with things of life.  Tell me that my life is going to be completely turned up side down and I start hollering.  No thank you.  I like my routine, the predictability of my life. 

But change happens in life.  And so I have to keep moving (and I keep hollering for a bit).  But then I realize, change is good just like Desta found swinging to be good.

I’d been craving a more simplistic life.  This move has certainly created that.  We’ve taken a very large house of stuff and condensed it down to one 10×10 storage unit and one Pilot full of boxes we’re driving to FL.  That’s it.  It’s freeing. It’s refreshing.  It’s what I had been craving. I just didn’t know it.

So the hollering has stopped, I’m still in the throes of swinging.  Change is still happening.  BUT I like the new rhythm we are about to create.  I like the freeing of things and the ability to explore a new world as a family.