Thursday, August 5, 2010
I've been reading a lot of design blogs lately. Blogs that tell me how to make my home beautiful. And I look at those photos and the first thing I think is: Those people don't have kids.
If they had kids, I would be able to tell right away. There would be a train track permanently set up by their dining room table, and no matter how many times they tried to put it 'away' within hours, or sometimes minutes, it would reappear in it's proper location: by the dining room table. The track would virtually function as an extremely uncomfortable area rug.
And on the nightstand, next to the bed, instead of the fancy hardcover books they might be reading, there would be a jar of jam. And the books? Well...those are in the fridge. At least, that's what happens to me.
There would be pencil marks on the couch and vagabond toys under the furniture. All the things of value would be awkwardly placed on high shelves...even though that might not look quite right. It would be more about protecting the goods than achieving good style.
So the other day, while looking at one design blog and drooling over someone else's space and stuff (envy, I believe it's called), it occurred to me: maybe they do have kids. Maybe those kids grew up. Or are grown up enough to know that jam goes in the fridge and books on the nightstand. I was reminded again how quickly it all goes by and how this phase of our lives is temporary. Sooooo temporary.
I feel a consistent pull between "don't grow up!" and "would you grow up already!" and that realization, that reminder about how life with little ones is fleeting, helped me lean a little more towards the "don't grow up!" side of things. So here's to enjoying the moment, I guess.
Oh My Goodness Blueberry Coffee Cake. found here.