I am guilty of restless, overplanning syndrome.
I always have to have a project, a to do list, a mental neverending Post-It note of errands to run and things to pick up here and drop off there. It’s very hard for me to sit still and just hang out. I may have inherited these tendencies from my mother. I’ll never tell.
Something I’ve struggled with since we started our family and since my husband birthed his “baby,” his business, has been finding balance with it all: motherhood, marriage, work, exercise (or lack thereof), housework, and cooking (or lack thereof).
Lately, thanks to various factors, including much more time working from home for me, I feel like the tide is turning. The girls are getting older and more independent. I have more time to throw on a load of laundry and actually fold it and put it away in one day. Miss C will sit and play contentedly with her My Little Pony brigade for the longest time and Miss A’s mantra is “I do it!” even if it means it takes an extra 7.2 minutes.
Patience mama. Patience.
I am trying to turn off my laptop more, not complain when both the girls end up calling for me in the middle of the night, and pet our old Miss Bailey, rather than get irritated at the dog hair she sheds everywhere.
Time is passing by so quickly and instead of swimming against the hectic pace, I am trying ride the waves a little and notice the little things that make life so special. The girls do it all the time and I marvel at that and get a little sad when I think about that slowly wearing off as they get older and the ordinary stuff of life, like a trip to the public library, is no longer considered an adventure.
“Mommy look at that BE-YOOO-TEE-FULL red sky!” Miss C shouted just the other night at our neighborhood playground. A few minutes later she and Miss A and another little girl played with a tiny frog captured in the too tall green grass. I ignored the fact that it was bedtime and we stayed up late and I even let them eat two ice cream cups each.
Today is Miss C’s last day at daycare. She has been going to the same daycare since she was 13 weeks old. I thought she would be sad, but she’s all “See ya! It’s my last day!”
After today she will have three weeks off and then she enters the big wide world of kindergarten.
She’s ready. She’s been ready.
But until then, I want her to have three weeks to have nothing to do but play, hang out with her grandparents, hang out with mama and Daddy and sissy, go on picnics and on many adventures, search for frogs in the grass, and appreciate each and every sunset.
And just be.