Perhaps it should come as no surprise...afterall, Sam and I aren't what you call 'relaxed'. We plan, organize, fret, and plan some more. That is just who we are. I always wish I could just goof around through my life. Go rock climbing, forget to go to college classes, watch tv. But nope, not me.
So I don't know why I am surprised that Seren seems to be well...organized. It is amazing to watch her learn that certain things go in certain places. We clean up her room during the day and during the night. She helps us with this. So, she has learned that the Moose from Grandma goes on the top shelf of her bookcase. And that the cart should go against the wall.
Last night, I was dancing for her...wearing Sam's big flip flops. I don't know why, they were just there and since they made a loud noise, I went with it. She completely didn't appreciate my wild dance gestures, my shaking butt and my singing. Nope. She was focused on the flip flops. You see, they weren't MINE. They were Dad's! They didn't belong. She kept pointing and grunting. She was stressed out about it! Something was just plain out of place! When I stopped dancing to address the grunting, she just worked to pull them off my feet.
She returned them to Sam. Placing each flip flop carefully on each of his feet.
Then the dancing could begin.
Everything has a place. A child of my own heart.
Oh boy.
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Too precious! Love and hugs to you all!
This is a great nurture vs nature debate... is Seren organized because you are both organized or is it something you are teaching her?
I used to wish I could be one of those by-the-seat-of-my-pants-never-worrying-about-the-future people but it's just not my (or Jon's) nature. We plan and plan and plan and organize and worry. I like that the boys bring out a different side of me but I'm still going to be ME!
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