Thursday, June 25, 2009
It probably won't surprise you to know that I congratulate myself on my mothering now and then. And I bet all mothers do, or should do, regular rounds of self praise for their hard work. What specific area am I directing the praise now, you ask?
After Christmas and the boys' birthdays I've gotten into the habit of sorting through our toy shelves and book baskets. I pack away toys that are dusty with neglect. I rearrange things to give hidden toys more spotlight. I fix broken books. I pull out toys that seem new again after a few months in the closet. And I stick to my promise that our apartment will not, under any circumstance, become a toy wonderland.
But that goal is getting harder and harder to meet.
Now that Isaac actually plays and has toys of his own, our shelves are getting cramped. There is spillover into baskets and boxes placed in hidden corners. Shelves that didn't used to hold toys are now toy territory. I might be losing the battle, my friends.
This time, as I sorted through, I was hoping for a huge pile of goods to tote to the Salvation Army. But it didn't happen. As I surveyed things it was hard to find things that the boys didn't play with. A lot can be said about my boys. They are loud and crazy and I'm certain my neighbors get frustrated with our noise. But what's also true of them is that they play. They seriously engage with their play. Which I love, because then I can serious engage with mine.
So here's the decision. Do I purge more toys in the name of freeing up space? Or do I keep them in the name of freeing up time? I guess, like most things, I'll try to find some middle ground that we all can agree on. Until then, that space under the bed is looking like it might fit a few more boxes of stuff. I'll have to see what I can do.