I don’t do well with chaos. Not shopping malls. Not county fairs. Not kids pounding up and down stairs. Not legos strewn throughout my house.
I’m definitely a “go outside and play!” type of Mom.
I know I shared with you back in March that I was triumphant. After months of organizing and purging, I had moved the mass of legos from the upstairs landing and hallway (which 99% of the time were so thick with pieces strewn here and there I couldn’t even walk to my bedroom without tripping) down to the basement.
I had labeled the drawers. I had a dustpan and whisk that the boys could use to simplify clean up. I had outlined on the carpet with artists’ tape each boy’s designated building area. I posted the rules for the new lego area.
1. Your creations must stay in your area. If too full then you must break down old to make way for new.
2. Keep your “special” guys on your base. If guys are in “people bin,” they belong to everyone.
3. Stray pieces must be put away before bed.
3. NO hoarding!
I was elated. I was overjoyed. I laid down on the lego-free landing at the top of the stairs and just reveled in the clean emptiness of it all.
When people would make suggestions of what to put on that stair landing, I would panic, “Nothing. We’re putting nothing there. I just want it clear.”
When I would walk by it, I would feel a sense of calm.
I don’t know if it was a coincidence of his stage in life or if it was caused by moving the legos from the upstairs to the basement, but the day the legos went downstairs, my now 12-year old…who had spent hours and hours of his life since the age of three constructing intricate creations from legos….stopped playing with them. On a dime.
My littlest guy gave the new area a whirl. He hung in there for a few weeks. But then, while I was busy laying on the clean carpet at the top of the stairs, he simply infiltrated the living room, the kitchen counter, the kitchen table, the entry-way, the window sills, the stair bannister, and every surface of his bedroom with tiny little lego creations. After a few months, he was spilling out of his room into the upstairs hallway and finally, he said to me, “Mom, why can’t I just put my base….there?” Pointing to the landing at the top of the stairs.
Last month, upon arriving at my dear friend Polly’s house after our nine-hour road trip, my kids made a beeline for her backyard to jump on the trampoline her kids had received for Christmas. Coming inside, they took turns holding their new kitten, Skittles. My daughter looked at me and said, “A trampoline! A kitten! What is your problem Mom?” Insinuating that we have neither and why not? Polly, looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and said, “It’s just a stage, Care. It’s just a stage.”
I can still hear her saying that.
I was up early on Friday morning whipping up a smoothie for my daughter who was headed to volleyball practice. I poured in my orange juice, tossed in my banana pieces, some frozen blueberries, a sprinkle of cinnamon, a squeeze of honey and a handful of ice. I turned on the blender and braced myself for the noise. When the smoothie was finished blending and the machine turned off, the house went immediately silent.
As I poured the smoothie into glasses, I could hear the faint humming of my little guy and the clinking of legos coming from the landing at the top of the stairs.
It’s just a stage….right?
|Blueberry Smoothie|| |
- 1 c orange juice
- 1 banana, broken into chunks
- 1½ c of frozen blueberries
- a shake of cinnamon
- a squeeze of honey (about 1 tsp)
- a handful of ice (about 1 cup)
- Put your ingredients into your blender in the order listed above.
- I recently learned that you want to keep the frozen bits up and away from the blade so the blade doesn't freeze and simply spins instead of blending.
- Blend until smooth.
- Pour into 2 large glasses or 4 medium ones.
- Drop in a straw.
- Drink and enjoy!