As I said in the last post, this past year has been crazy for us. A lot has happened that I can't share here for various reasons. The year isn't over yet and isn't showing any signs of slowing down either. Today, thanks to my kids, I discovered that my life is a carnival. Just when it feels as though things may be calming down, the crazy calliope starts its music again and the curtain rises to reveal the next ride or attraction. Usually my initial reaction is to feel as though I am in the middle of the first twenty minutes of Moulin Rouge. You know that part that feels like complete sensory overload? And you feel all oppressed, crazed and hopeless? All you can do is sit there, holding on, hoping that it'll fade away. But it doesn't. It just changes.
It changes into something that at first seems overwhelmingly broken. And it is. It is broken. But one thing I've learned this year is to find the beauty in the broken. Because it's there. Sometimes it's buried pretty deep, but it's there. I haven't found the beauty in everything that's happened just yet. But I know I will. And before I get any more vague, there is a point to this post! This morning, as the curtain was rising again to reveal another show, my kids were playing quietly together in the living room. I came in to find that they had built an entire carnival out of Legos!
There was a Ferris Wheel; notice the map next to it. That's the directory.
A Goldfish game. Apparantly you throw the disk to hit the target and win a goldfish.
The Balloon Salesman.
A brick wall to break to win the huge diamond.
And a Food booth!
I loved everything about it! I loved that my children worked together to create it. I loved all the creativity that went into it. The attention to details. I loved all the colors and how fun it looked. And so even though right now my life is a crazy carnival? At least it's colorful!