Making it Right Side Up

I realized recently it isn't often I slow down enough to make time to write.  I also realized, writing is something I really enjoy and what better subjects do I have to write about than my family.  It's been just under two years since a new life was introduced into mine.  While on first thought I'd say this life flipped mine upside down, I realize it actually made it right side up.  Let me tell you how.

Before I get too far into how this has happened, you need to know a little about me.  I've always been a hard working, dedicated, quiet, reserved,  anti-procrastination, and at times an anal neat freak who always has "it" together for "them"; whatever "it" is for whoever "they" are.  I've always been outward focused while internalizing everything. I'm the type of person who could spend 20 minutes deciding on the color of a new spiral bound notebook while painstakingly weighing the pros and cons of each.  Insert new life here and everything changes.

At first it was an adjustment having new items (swings, burp cloths, diapers) around, but we tried to nicely integrate them into our existing decor.  A few months later, introduce crawling, then walking, and now running; not so nicely integrated anymore.  Well, not nicely integrated unless you define that as pick up 10 items, drop them, kick them around a little, then you've decorated.  Yes, this new world of having an ever changing group of toys, clothing, and Sippy cups as part of the normal decor is quite a change for me, which brings me back to my original point.  This new world has turned my old view upside down, but in this case, it was for the better.  I've realized I was too uptight, too worried about organization, too worried about clean, too worried about "it" being together for "them", or at least appearing so.  I've realized the importance of relaxing, enjoying, and really just playing and it really is fun.

So as I speak, a small pig flying in a "super flyer" is rolling down my leg into a pile of plastic fruits and vegetables intermixed with wooden blocks displaying the alphabet in various colors.  When I look to the left, there are about 10 books piled on the floor in no particular order or orientation that came from a shelf with 10 more books arranged similarly.  Straight ahead is a cart which houses mega blocks and some wooden puzzle pieces representing occupations.  The TV is still where it always was, but sometimes I have to look past the fingerprints, snot smears, and slobber marks to see what's really on the screen.  The oven in little plastic kitchen next to me is working hard at cooking up a plastic orange, a Starbucks coffee cup, and a plate.  The attached microwave is apparently cooking a stuffed polar bear.  Continuing on there are constantly moving items like a step stool, a bouncy ball, a beaded necklace you might find at Marti Gras, Noah’s ark (the exploded version), some baby dolls, superheroes, and other plastic, sometimes noisy, devices.

So that just leaves me, the still hard working, dedicated, not as quiet, not as reserved,  anti-procrastination, and hardly ever anal neat freak who couldn't care less about ever having "it" together for "them"; and I love it!  

Thanks Elliana!