That my friend is the winds of change. Thankfully, things around here aren’t changing as much as they have over the past couple of years. Seriously, if I have to move again, I may combust. Why isn’t combust a word? Weird. Anyway, you get my point. I want to settle. So many people are against settling, but honestly, sometimes it’s the best thing a girl can do for her family.
Let’s settle people. Let’s be average. Let’s not move every two years. Can we try that? We aren’t military. We aren’t missionaries. We aren’t any M word that requires frequent moves. I just want to be. There’s nothing that comes after that statement. I just want to be and that is all.
So, we are staying in our house for at least another year, unless God sends us some sort of miraculous home and the money with which to purchase it.
No, the change I am talking about is much less stressful. First, my mid-kid cut all her hairs off. For reals. All of it. She wants to be the girl from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. You remember? The girl Mr. Rooney mistakes for Ferris at the pizza parlor. He says something crude behind her back like, “the gig is up. Your a&& is mine.” To which she calmly replies by spitting a straw full of pop into his face. CLASSIC. Anyway, that’s who she used as her point of reference.
I don’t make the rules.
I can’t say for certain. But really, I think she wants to be part of something that scares her a little while asking her to become a better version of herself. Last year, she called herself shy. Lies. This year she knows she is brave and funny and cool. My only real prayer is that she stays true to her faith and grows closer to God. And doesn’t find any interesting boys.