I’m feeling slightly overwhelmed! I don’t understand how four out of the six of us have managed to turn the house quite so upside down in one day. There are clothes everywhere, lists, rucksacks, Bibles, notebooks, wellington boots, waterproofs, sleeping bags, towels, and three super-bouncy-hyper children who seem to flit from sensible, organised preparation to bouncing off the walls with ridiculous humour. They keep finding things hilariously funny that are not funny at all. I try to remain patient and helpful, even to the point of packing and unpacking rucksacks again and again, to make sure the contents is correct.
The youngest, feeling left out of the preparations appears with two clean dish cloths in her hands and tells me they are her magpie. Her magpie? I begin to wonder if I’ve lost touch with reality. And then the boys start fiercely disputing what music to listen to while they work. I find myself snapping at them and the pattern from being quiet, patient and pragmatic Mummy and growth and metamorphosis into Monster Shouting Mummy, is the blueprint of the day. There are just some things that only Monster Shouting Mummy seems to get any response to.
So why all the flurry of activity? Well, the oldest three children are preparing to go on their very first kids camp, where they will be camping in tents with 150 other children. I’m excited for them. Having been so involved in children’s work for so long (yes, I believe I am actually called to a life-long dedication of serving children for Christ’s sake, amongst other things), I’m so excited that they will have the opportunity to sit under someone else’s ministry. I believe God has great things in store for them and that they will have a wonderful time. I hope too that they will be a blessing to the people running the camp.
But right now, amidst the chaos, I sit down to take some time out before trying to return the house to some semblance of order!