Our house is currently in a bit of disarray. Charlie’s room has been cleared of all furniture as we prepare for the changes that will come with our newest family member. Our living room has become the storage spot for every item in Charlie’s room and I have spent my days turning a deliberate blind eye to the chaos. My little ones have discovered an entire new world of toys and have formed the habit of spilling the mess further and further to the other side of our living room. Apparently, the toys are much more fun to play with in the living room than they ever were in Charlie’s room. Chad has spent the last several evenings turning Charlie’s scarlet and gray walls back to white as we try and figure out how to make an appropriate space for a girl and a boy.
|Any suggestions about how to create a space for both a girl and a boy would be greatly appreciated. We’re starting with a blank slate.|
The changing of our physical space has made this all the more real. Not that the growing belly, constant exhaustion, and strange knock-knock-knocking on my abdomen haven’t been clear indicators that this is really going to happen. It’s just that, for the most part, I’ve avoided it.
Yesterday, I took a meal to a friend who just gave birth to a beautiful boy. When I stepped into her house and saw her cradling her week old bundle I stopped dead in my tracks. Are they seriously that small? I was shocked by his small size and and fragile looking body. I looked from this little baby to my own two kids running around and I was dumbfounded. . . I can’t remember my kids being that small. How could I have forgotten? When I got home I looked for the evidence and stumbled across this photo. . .
Immediately, my eyes glistened with tears. This moment was captured the day Chanelle was born. My in-laws had brought Charlie to the hospital and the first thing he did was climb up on my bed and, unprompted, leaned down to kiss his little sister. Oh my. . . the moment took my breath away.
Just recently, a neighbor emailed me a couple of photos she had captured of our kids several years ago. Again, I was shocked. . . who are these kids?
These days seem so long ago, although I know they weren’t. It’s that thing that happens–the days go slow and the years go fast. When I look at the photo of the newborn and the toddler in the hospital I am jarred back to the importance of enjoying these days. It is precisely when I find myself caught up with the ongoing to-do list, or the worry of the day, or the the laundry, or work, or mopping, or cooking that I have to pull myself out and make the decision. . . let’s make some memories. We did just that this week.
We walked past the paint scented bedroom and the piles of toys spilling throughout the living room and escaped to one of our favorite places. . .
|He was oh, so close to catching it.|
My lesson of the week: It goes fast. . . enjoy it now.