Four Teenagers in the Hoooouse!

Two years ago, I posted here about having three teenagers in our family, and in the blink of an eye, I now have four (for about 8 months, before my eldest turns twenty! Gracious).   My fourth child turned 13 last week, and his older brother turned 15 the month before, giving me a 19, 17, 15, and 13 year old under my roof (oh, and also a sweet little newly-minted 10 year old as well). :)   It seems pretty surreal that I am the mother of four teenagers, especially since I feel like I was one just a few years ago. This sounds like the stuff nightmares are made of (or at least scary books and blog posts).

BUT- so far so good.  The older three have eased me into teenageriness (spell check did NOT flag that word - who knew??) relatively gently, and overall, I’m loving the teen years.

A few of the joys of teenagers below:

• Laughter.  SO. Much. Laughter.  These kids crack me up on the daily.  I am in tears so often.  They’re funny, they’re goofy, they’re basically amateur comedians.  
• They’re helpful.  Well, sometimes.  And if they don’t always exactly offer to help, I know they’re capable of it and I assign them stuff to do. :) 
• Deep conversations.  I love the talks my teenagers and I have.  They have insights I don’t, and they’re really smart kids!  We can talk about faith, politics, academics, television, you name it.  They always wow me with their perspectives.
• Independence.  When I had a little people majority it was hard to imagine going to the bathroom alone, but here we are, in a world where that’s standard now.  I don’t have to cut anyone’s food or give anyone a bath anymore.  And while sometimes I miss those days, it’s also awesome to see them doing so much on their own (like getting jobs, and also cutting their own food.).  
• Watching their personalities really develop into young adults.  Seeing my kids blossom into young adults has been a joy.  They’re pretty great people, and I can see glimpses into what they will become. It’s so exciting to see them grow and stretch.
• Laughter.  Did I mention that?  Being a mom to teenagers is so fun.

My newest teenager is just embarking on all of the above, but already I am experiencing these things with him.  He certainly makes me laugh (the kid is hilarious!), and I am starting to see glimpses of many other aspects I listed above.  He is full of passion and zest for life, and watching him embrace his interests is a joy.  

I won’t have four teenagers for very long, so I’m soaking up these years with them.  I know it isn’t always unicorns and rainbows, but it’s pretty great so far.  And I’m pretty grateful. 

It's Good to Be Home, Church Style

It's good to be home. And by home, I mean back to our church.  This morning in worship I simply soaked it all in.  The people, the music, the sanctuary, the Eucharist, the familiarity.  It's wonderful to travel, but homecomings are so meaningful.

We always worship when we're on vacation, and this trip was no different.  The first weekend, as I blogged about in my post yesterday, my husband ended up leading worship. There were about 20 people there, seven of which were my family.  Late the evening before, my husband and I chose a few hymns, he looked up the daily readings and prepared a brief meditation, and we were blessed to worship in our campground instead of traveling a distance to another church.

The second Sunday we were in Grand Canyon National Park.  There are very few towns/people outside of the North Rim park, so going outside of the park for worship would have been difficult.  Thankfully, there were several options offered for worship inside the park, so we were grateful to attend a service in the lodge (at 8 am!).  It was a blessing to gather with those people, and in an auditorium with a view of the beautiful Grand Canyon!

But.  There is something about being home to worship.  With our (church) family, our friends, our dear ones.  And since we had been unable to commune at either place we attended on vacation, we were all eager to receive the Eucharist.

So today I soaked it in.  I let God's word, read and preached, enter my heart.  I let God's body and blood enter my body.  I praised God with familiar hymns and songs.  And I looked at the faces of those in our congregation with love.

It's good to be home.

Post Vacation Thoughts

We just got back late last night from our family vacation.  The laundry is piling up (and we don’t have a washing machine until our new one gets delivered on Monday!), the laundry room is going to painted today and tomorrow, the pop-up needs to be unloaded and cleaned out, and we have no food in the house.  But we had a wonderful time seeing the sights of the west and simply being together. A few highlights of our trip:

• Miles driven: just over 5,000, almost all of which were done by husband, as usual.  He’s a rockstar in the driving-on-vacation category. And in basically all other categories (see below for another prime example).
• States driven through/visited: 9, including one (New Mexico) that none of us had ever been in before.
• Animals seen:  bighorn sheep, lizards, coyote, marmot, eagle, peregrine falcon, deer, buffalo, and so many doggies that made us miss our Shadow puppy
• National Parks visited:  Zion, Bryce, Capitol Reef, Grand Canyon, Mesa Verde, and also Cedar Breaks National Monument
• Campgrounds: Four, including a Lutheran campground!  In Utah, we stayed in a campground that was founded by Lutherans 25 years ago.  We saw lots of Live Generously shirts and had a lot of Lutheranism in common with many of the campers.
• Impromptu church services led by my husband: one.  When we arrived at Lutherwood at dinner time on Saturday night, we inquired about where to attend church the next morning (we were in the middle of nowhere). We were told they didn’t have a pastor there that weekend. . .fast forward through the wonderful pulled pork dinner we happened into, and bam!  My husband was leading worship the next morning.
• Birthdays celebrated: one.  Our middle son turned 15 while we were at Lutherwood.  We celebrated by going to a fun aquatic center, hiking at a nearby canyon, having ice cream at an old-fashioned soda shop and shopping at Walmart! The campground had a full kitchen and grill there, so we were able to make his dinner request - burgers and loaded fries. We ate a whipped cream frosted cake (his choice - not his dad’s) and sat in the kitchen, laughing through dinner.  The kids all were laughing about vines and memes and stuff dear old mom and dad didn’t understand, and it was great. I loved listening to their shared hysteria. And at the close of the meal, we all shared what we loved most about our boy. It was a lovely evening.
• Person who received a burn: me!  As I was pulling out the French fries for the birthday dinner, I misjudged the size of the cookie sheet and burned my arm.  I have been nursing the wound for days. It looks terrible and I’m sure I will scar. I guess it wil be a permanent reminder of our vacation.
• Visits with friends/family:  four. On the way out, we stopped and stayed with two different friends from college, and on the way back we stayed with friends from the seminary, and also met up with my sister and her family on their vacay in Colorado. All four visits were wonderful and such a beautiful reminder of the joys of long-standing friendships.  We laughed and reminisced and caught up and it was fabulous. We were so thankful for our friends’ hospitality as well as the time spent with my sister and family.
• Nights half-slept in the car: one.  On our very first camping night, the winds were so strong in Capitol Reef that we were afraid to set up the camper.  The winds were forecasted to die down at about midnight, so we went into the tiny town at about 9:30 to a restaurant.  I stuck my head in to see if they were open, and the nice older man who owned the place assured me several times “we’ll tend ya”.  He was so kind and took us on, though he was about to close. We got back to the campsite and dozed in the car until about 12:15, when we oh-so-quietly set up the pop-up.
• Cliff dwellings visited: one. When we went to Mesa Verde, we toured one of the cliff dwellings - it was so fascinating!  The ingenuity of those people amazed me. We had to climb a 32 ft ladder to get to it, and then rock scramble up a cliff to get out. I announced to everyone that I would have never made it in that life, and everyone agreed. :(
• Camper crises:  Two. On the way out of our Lutheran campground, I happened to look out my side mirror and noticed the camper door flapping in the wind!  Thankfully nothing was lost or broken. And on our way home yesterday, we had a blowout on the camper on I 80 in Iowa. It was on the street side, so I stood about a hundred feet down from my husband to wave traffic to the left lane as he leaned down to change the tire.  I prayed continually - thanking God that it was daylight, not in the mountains, not raining, etc. I also thanked God time and again that my husband was so very capable and calm. The endeavor reminded me of our 20th anniversary (you can read about that here).
• Theme Song:  I’m very sorry to report that I can really choose no other song as our theme song for this trip but this one:  Old Town Road by Billy Ray Cyrus and Lil Nas X. This song has a few sketchy parts, but we just loudly sang the alternate lyrics that our son had sang in the talent show last month, and all was good.  Usually our vacation has an epic song that we play as we look at all of God’s creation, but this year, we all belted out how “can’t nobody tell me nothing”. And it was good.
• Catch phrases:  Every trip, we seem to have lots of phrases that stick and get repeated ad nauseum.  This year, I bring you fat-stupid, stanky leg, and the winner — Eat My Stank. The kids somehow remembered a show they used to watch (SlugTerra if you’re interested in sub-par television) and that line in particular was said more times that I can begin to count.  I’m not gonna lie, every time somebody dropped it with perfect comedic timing, I cracked up. We all laughed so hard at that ridiculous line, and it brought me Great Happiness.

My husband has an adventurous spirit, and because of that, our kids have seen a lot of the country.  We do it all on a shoestring in the camper, mostly eating at the campsite (but splurging sometimes on meals out!) and seeing God’s beautiful creation, which is generally free. I have been asked more than once (by strangers and friends), how we get our kids and teenagers to go on these trips.  The answer is - we don’t give them much of a choice (GASP!). We don’t ask the kids where they want to go on vacation (though we might give them some choices within a few options), and we don’t ask them if they want to come or not. We don’t provide for them amazing, expensive experiences, and we don’t get too anxious if they get bored now and then.  And as they get older, these weeks are even more precious. We have always valued family vacation over summer jobs, but as the kids enter college, we know that jobs and internships and summer classes may well interfere with vacation plans. More than once during this trip, my heart caught in my throat as I watched my entire family eating together, hiking together, driving together, worshiping together and laughing together.  We saw a lot of beautiful sights this trip, but by far, my favorite part of every single day was that we were all together.  Taking an adventure across the country binds our family together in a way I can’t really describe. It’s our seven against the world - no “regular  life” distractions - just family time.

Though we can cross five more national parks off our list (and we have one - on the back of a T shirt I bought my husband), that’s not what made this trip amazing.  God’s beautiful handiwork in our country is indeed worthy of praise, but the beauty I saw every day in my family’s faces, working and playing and laughing side by side, revealed even more deeply God’s gifts to us.