Family life is somewhat like an orchestra. Each person is like a different instrument and has their own part to play in the piece as a whole. It is interesting to me the sounds the orchestra make while they are warming up before a performance. You hear what seems to be the start of a musical piece but then it is quite a cacophony. Each person is playing their instrument but nothing is in tune and it sounds a bit like chaos.
Today felt like a cacophony of sorts. My oldest has taken on the task of painting the main part of the house. With him deciding to go to school and live at home longer we have been discussing how to make room in our moderately small house and how to fix up the things that need it. This house fits four people nicely if no one needed to need a home office. We have five adult size people and my husband needs to have a dedicated home office. We have outgrown this house. The plan is to create more space, like a garage conversion, or simply move. There is nothing simple about moving. We have done it 16 times, I know what I'm talking about here. Ugh!
With the activity of painting, you have a mess. Furniture has to be moved, and since we have been housing a bit of our oldest son's furniture so he would have it when he moves again we have too many pieces for the space. Along with the painting, and floating furniture there are three dogs underfoot. One of the dogs is blind and the furniture misplacement was problematic for her as she couldn't figure out how to get around. In spite of the upheaval, my oldest son kept in time very well and stayed with the beat. He was a drum in today's symphony.
In the morning all three boys made plans to go play pool later in the day. One son had a class to go to and they needed to wait for the crescendo of him coming home to execute their plans. During the wait, I cleaned out more books, videos, and DVDs. With the thought of possibly moving, I am moved to have the least amount of things as possible. I also moved some furniture around in our bedroom, because if we stay I'm wanting to move the home office there. I just do not like all the visual clutter that we have and this will help contain it. During this activity, I was baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies that I whipped up. Sometimes the craving for cookies overtakes me and I just give in and have them for breakfast. Don't judge! I feel like most of my days I flutter about trying to cram as much as I can into just one day. I am the fluttering flute in the symphony of today.
My poor baby. He is really not in a good spot in life. He has headaches every day. This has become a disability, but he is trying to figure out how to make as much of the day about ability as he can. That kid is becoming stronger and stronger. Even though he is in pain, he at times finds the ability to push through it and get out of the comfort of home. He says it is easier to ignore the pain when he is out and doing something. He is tuba in our symphony. Although his head pounds along, he has a strong sound that is deep. Today he got to go play pool with his brothers!! This may sound like a simple thing, but any time he gets to go and do something it makes my heart sing!
Once the boys left to go play pool, I left as well. I went to take my cleaned out items of videos, books, and DVDs to a second-hand store's collection warehouse. The gentleman that helped me looked familiar but I didn't know him. Being the unshy type, I told him that I thought we went to the same church. We are fairly new at the church we attend and we only know a handful of people. I was right, and he was very friendly, even though I told him he reminded me of a character on The Walking Dead. I couldn't remember the name of the character. Yeah, I'm a bit awkward at times! Speaking of awkward, I should have just left good enough alone at the Taco Bell drive through. As I swung around the corner of the building to place my order I saw a lady who worked there outside the building. She was saying good-bye to someone and let out the most annoying laugh. When I got up to the drive-through window a sweet young girl, probably just sixteen, helped me and that same lady was now inside letting out that annoying laugh. Stupid me, I had to make some comment about it, and a reference to Sienfield flew out of my mouth. She clearly didn't get it and I won't bore you with more details, but I started to drive off without my food due to sheer embarrassment over my own awkwardness. I had to back up and get my food, said more weird stuff and then declare that I just needed to get home. Note to self: do not make Seinfeld referances to young people, they may not have been raised in a Seinfeld quoting family as my children did. So when I'm not busy being a flute in the orchestra of my day, I am a bassoon because I can make a buffoon of myself!
Trombones are sharp and clear and loud! When the boys returned home from their stick and ball game my middle was going off like a trombone! Something had set him off. I won't go into details but let's just say that I told him to cool his jets before he did anything and there was some relationship counseling going on as I cooked dinner and he sat across the counter where his Xbox is. His headphones were on but he could hear me tell him how sometimes you think you are a fit with someone at first but then over time you realize you both want different things. As I watch these guys navigate relationships with girls, I remember my own mistakes that I made and can see now that I understand the male side of life much more clearly. Would I have listened if someone would have told me back then to not be too clingy? Would I have been able to comprehend how males are wired so differently? Probably not. I'm embarrassed to even remember how clingy, emotional, and hopelessly devoted I was as a young lady. It took some time to mature, but I did. I'm sure that as time goes on, the sharp notes of today will be lessons learned and the start of a new song will probably start out a bit more slowly next time.
Many different conversations were going on today with each of these people I have had the pleasure of raising. There were sharp notes as one explained what happened at his last job and how he didn't trust the man he worked for, there were loud notes as one came to the realization that something was at its end, and there were soft notes as one quietly told me his thoughts of what his older brothers were going through and doing. This day at times was fast tempo and then slowed to a rhythmic beat. It's family life. You have it too. Everyday sings its own song. Some are sad, some are happy, some are relaxing, some are chaotic, but each day has something of substance.
Lesson: Take time to learn your kids when they are young, give them room to be who they are and express themselves without you taking everything personal and you will find yourself later down the road living and doing your life with some interesting and pretty neat people who trust you enough to let you in on their insides.
Family life is like a symphony because each member plays their own instrument with its own sound and part. The beauty of it all is when you practice at it you can make beautiful music together........and then sometimes it is just pure cacophony!