My goodness they grow up quickly! A couple of things that have stood out in the past couple of weeks are:
- Logan loves taking pictures and he really has an eye for it. I have thought of digging up my old camera and allowing Logan to take as many pictures as he want to.
- One of the first mornings Oliver was home, he walked up to him and greeted him by saying: “Hello my little Squishy-Head”
- The big boy has starting running his own bath (so brilliant!)
- Logan naturally is a very hospitable little boy – he often offers to pour his step-brother juice. About a month and a half ago he offered to make me a cup of coffee. I told him the quantities of the different ingredients and he did everything apart from pouring the boiling water. The last two days, he has made the me coffee from memory and poured the water himself.
*what an absolute bonus considering the fact that coffee is my drink of choice*
I think it is normal for any mother to worry about the older siblings when a baby enters the family. In all honesty I started worrying a couple of weeks leading up to Oli’s arrival and I can honestly say, he has taken things so well. Even with Oli being hospital, he completely accommodated what we as a family needed to do. I am so proud of him!
So why do I still worry about him? I know I need to give him time to adjust. I need to give him the space to figure out his new role in the family.
I know all I can do is be here.
After three days at the new job one would expect to be fully adjusted?
I always realised that driving to Joburg was going to be an adjustment. I realised the getting up in the morning will be a major adjustment and lastly I knew getting home much later than I am use to would take some getting use to. Never during any of those thoughts did I think work itself would be an adjustment! I think in my mind work was the least of my worries – in this industry, everything changes all the time. While everything stays the same!
There is an exciting buzz in the new office, people coming and going, faces and names – very little of these I truely remember. My mind is boiling over with questions. Impatience is getting the better of me. I have 95% know how, yet the last 5% is so vital that I am left without any ability to do what I am suppose to do. This leaves me numb with frustration. In the meanwhile I bother one or two of my new and overly busy colleagues in attempt to keep myself occupied. In attempt to keep the brainactivities going. Oh, how I long to feel apart of this rather than a bystander!
How wrong would it be to do what I would have done in another situation? To open my reader and read all the items I so long to read? How wrong would a be to post blog post after blog post of things rambling in my mind, needing to be said?
Tonight I will be want to spend time with the people closest to my heart, the ones who drive me to do what I have come here to do. The ones that catch me when things get too hard!
Maybe I will focus my energies on adapting to the new surroundings?