My sister’s and my kids were raised more like siblings. For several years, I was my niece and nephew’s childcare provider and the kids were raised all together.
I never intended for this motley little crew to grow up. I have no idea what I expected to happen, but I could not have aniticipated what today looks like back when I had a lovely little brood of ducklings following me around. Once, during a discussion that Gavin and I were having, he asked if I thought that I was just going to make pancakes and take them to the park and everything would be just fine!?
‘Yes.’ I replied. ‘That is exactly what I thought and I did not have a Plan B’. Everything is fine, but they don’t want to go to the park and definitely DO NOT follow me around.
They grew up anyhow, against my best advice and deepest wishes. Turns out they are doing pretty well. This weekend we bid farwell to the only girl, who intends to go rule the world. Have at it, Samantha!! Go, Ospreys!!
I used to post a series called ‘Sunday Scenes’. It was very helpful to my overall feelings about life.
**Disclaimer: ‘Sunday Scenes’ are in no way intended to pretend that life is perfect. It is an exercise that allows me (and you should you choose) to see that despite the fact that my life is less than perfect, there are sincerely perfect moments – and cookies.**
Do you know how I feel about making the bed? I feel very strongly about it.
The kid who NEVER plays with anything, has been playing with these for days.
I might deny that I bought white bread in the bargain bin and made 25 homemade ‘Uncrustables‘ for spoiled children who LOVE them! I have been informed that my ‘seal’ on them was poor and the engineering aspect needs improved. Duly noted.
Neil Gaiman and Mrs. Meyers help me clean the kitchen when I am completely unmotiviated. But it must be done.
Here is what I saw and photographed on Sunday.
My brain told me to clean the living room.
I tried tidying.
It said ‘clean’ – as in move furniture, wash floors, cull books, dust lightbulbs (yes, my brain is like that) and clean the windows. If you don’t have a shred of obsessive-compulsive tendencies, you would not understand a brain that tells you that if you comply, and do what it wants, all will be well and right with world.
All will be right?! How could I not?
As I cleaned, I found a tragically lost library book. If you know anything about my library habits, I have on occasion had 99 library books out at one time – and I DO NOT lose library books. I searched for it and made it the topic of prayer ~ and here it was wedged behind a small book shelf partnering up with silvery gray dust bunnies in an effort to hid itself.
Now it is found.
All is right with the world.
My brain is good like that.
Cabinet of Curiosities. Dusted.