Here we are after he set it up for the first time in our new apartment the week after our wedding.
When we were expecting our first child, he announced he was going to build a crib. Our son was put in a Christmas stocking when he arrived.
Here the crib is finally finished. Notice there is no longer any snow on the ground? We live in Northern Minnesota where the snow doesn't melt until May. Well, he finally had a crib.
As the children kept piling up around here, we had to continue to come up with places for them all to lay their heads. So my husband announced he was going to build some bunk beds. And he did. I have never been really fond of bunk beds. Changing the sheets on them takes the energy equivalent to running a marathon, but they are practical when you need lots of beds in a small space.
The day finally came where we took down the crib after ten years of constant use.
Until all that was left was the crib mattress from the '80's someone gave us that we were going to "get by" with for
I keep telling people I'm not really sad. Well, maybe I am a little. How did this all happen so fast? We are now a three bunk bed family. I told Mike maybe he should make us a set of bunk beds! This time it was his turn to bust a gut laughing.
This is for the little girls. We bought it at a garage sale for five dollars a while ago. If you're into brand names, which we obviously are, it is from Ethan Allen (about 15 years ago).
This is for the big girls. This is the original bunk bed built by Mike. Of course, we found a really great deal on the wood. Too bad he doesn't know how to weave together a mattress, not that he wouldn't try.
This is how their beds look when I know we are getting company.
This is how it almost always looks. As you can see, Jenna runs a small stuffed animal farm on her bed.
This is for Grant. We got this FREE from some friends! It's great to have the futon for guests we don't want to overstay their welcome. It's not very comfy. We know because we sleep there when we have guests we like and let them have our four poster bed. (I'm kidding people who have slept on the futon - We really love you.)
So change comes and there's not a lot I can do about it. Sometimes we have some choice in change, like whether to move or take a job. But more often than not, change comes as a surprise. But change means there's the opportunity for growth. I love, love, love babies and wasn't sure how I'd do when there wasn't a baby in the house. But I'm learning that I love school age kids, and four year olds. Some of the time I even enjoy two year olds.
The older kids are spending more time with their friends. The first few days of summer have already been filled with sleepovers and friends. In the toddler years I thought the days would never end, they would never be potty trained or leave me alone for more than five seconds. But they do now. I've hardly seen Grant in two days, and it seems like just yesterday we were putting up the crib.
And guess what? If I'm not careful when I blink again we'll be having graduation parties. My parents always said that you have to find the joy in every stage of parenting. I enjoyed the baby days and now I need to enjoy the toddler years with Maren. I need to find joy in the freedom of being able to up and go to the beach and hanging out with the kids' friends. There's joy in seeing the kids follow Christ, having conversations with depth and beginning to become friends with them.
Whatever stage you're at, please don't wish it away. Whether you're hoping for a crib, dealing the with sickness of pregnancy, up at night with a newborn, battling a two year old or sending someone off to college: you are exactly where God wants you to be. Find the joy in the stage you're at and thank Him.
Sometimes changing a silly thing like beds can make you think about these things. The only change that really stinks is changing the sheets.
Psalm 139:15-16
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day. (The Message)