Friday, June 17, 2011

Let it be

Every time a flower appears in our yard it's sure to be picked. It's very difficult for little guy to let things be. I will say to him once he spots it "Little guy, let that flower be! Give it a chance to grow, we'll check on it tomorrow..." But it doesn't matter. Before I can finish my sentence it's picked, out of the ground and into his hands. It's final resting place will be in a little vase on my counter.
Look! A flower!
I know exactly where he gets it from. That little problem I mentioned above about letting things be. I’m guilty. I have the hardest time with it myself. I don't come downstairs in the morning until all beds are made, and rooms are straightened, constantly through out the day I make sure the pillows are in their correct location on our furniture (yes, there's really a "home" for the pillows on my furniture), I never leave dishes in the sink, and I have started running the dishwasher after dinner and unloading it before I head up to bed. I could go on, but I think my point is clear; I have a little bit of a problem. Usually this problem doesn't get in the way of anything; my husband has come to expect it from me, and understands my need to touch and straighten, but my little flower picker has finally had enough of it. A couple of days ago I went to his train table and started straightening his cars and figurines and when he came over to see what I was doing, he threw a total fit. "No Mama...NOOO!!!!" he said as if I'd messed up everything. Maybe I did. Maybe what I saw as disorganized chaos was actually carefully and meticulously placed, much like my house is before I go to bed. Just because my eyes saw a mess, doesn’t mean his did. I think it’s time I start letting things be around here. No one in this house cares if the beds are made before 8am, so why do I? What difference does it make where our pillows are on the furniture, it’s just damn pillows. I spend more time cleaning up unnecessarily and less time doing what I should be doing, enjoying my babies.  And look at those kids; they are so worthy of my enjoyment!

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