Strawberries, moving and the 90's and Mom

We picked berries early this am, something we do every year since we had moved to Ontario. The only thing is that here they cost a lot more per pail. I wish we could pick more, but what is the point. We are moving in a couple of months so we have to deplete our food stores soon. The kids also got to go to a petting zoo, although it was mainly popper and Lauryn since Amelia wanted to pick. Josh chased the chickens and tried to catch the kittens. He was in his glory when he stood at the wheel of an ancient grain truck, trying very hard to start it and madly turning the steering wheel, making driving noises as he went. It remined me of when Uncle Scott set Josh in the front seat of his porsche-Josh was ready to steal that car! Soon we will pick raspberries, probably after we are back from holidays, and saskatoons too. I wish we could go to the apple orchards like we used to-that was my favorite. Mind you processing the apples was not my favorite! By Sept our freezer was always full of local fruits and veggies. This year we will have to have our freezer empty by Sept.

I hate being out of our element, waiting to move, knowing when by no final details so unable to plan any portion of it. All I can do is to start getting the house ready, cleaning things on the walls, taking them down, emptying cupboards and freezer/fridge. I try to look at it like an adventure, but it is not so easy. Amelia just said goodbye to her best friend, and though we will be living near them, they may be as far as 2 hours, so it might not be daily like she is used to. Lauryn and Belle are inseparable-I don't know what they'll do without each other.I will miss the friends I have made here too, although the city itself I could do without.

When I was running tonight some horrific 90's tune was in my ipod stream. It reminded my of the past, just being 20ish and in a totally different mindset. It is odd to think back sometimes about how your world circulated around nobody but you. Being so self-centred is part of young adulthood and a learning process, but it is funny to observe in others, remembering how you were once there. Now it seems everything is about everyone but me-funny how that works. I don't think I fully appreciated my Mom's real sacrifices until i became a parent. I guess it is just something you have to do-I did not even get it until i had my third-and not even when he was a newborn, but once he got older and developed opinions. Then I had an inkling of what Mom did on a daily basis. It becomes a juggling act that no one could teach you. On the up side of this? My family feels whole somehow like it never did before, it feels full, real I guess. It's hard to describe. My good friend with 4(actually two of my frineds have 4) feels similarly, and she is likely going to have another or adopt another. I never thought I would want a big family, but in this day and age 5 is big.