This summer, we are having a big ole bedroom switch-a-roo. Our boys are taking over the nursery and our girls are doing “big girl bedroom” makeovers.
It is an exciting time for them and I love hearing them play poker for negotiate for furniture – “I’ll see you that dresser and raise you for the black side table.”
I am looking forward to sharing their bedroom makeovers with you.
But, right now I am sentimental. I can’t believe how quickly the “nursery” stage went. It has been a blink.
I can’t believe that we don’t have a baby in the house. Not even a toddler.
The day before my firstborn turned 13…we painted over the nursery. Yup, Painted over the tree…the picket fence…the moon…the butterfly…and Peter Rabbit.
When I say “we painted over the nursery” I really mean “my gal pal painted over the nursery!”
She knew that I didn’t have it in me. She showed up, made me a drink and told me to look away.
When you choose your friends, choose wisely.
Choose friends who will paint over your nursery.
Choose friends who will know that gin is needed.
Choose friends who will do it quickly…like when you take a band-aid off your kiddo lickity-split. Just do it before a second thought creeps in.
Choose friends who will make you laugh about the tacky glow in the dark stars on the nursery ceiling.
Once the room was painted and I started to put the room back together, I realized that I had to also say “goodbye” to many of the nursery accessories.
It didn’t feel like I was saying “goodbye” to accessories. I realized it was “goodbye” to chubby cheeks, the smell of baby breath and baby lotion, the sound of toddler belly laughs, and “goodbye” to “OMGITHINKIAMPREGNANTAGAIN!”
No matter how I begged, my 13 year old did not want a Peter Rabbit dish in his new teenager-y room. Nor, does he want me to blow raspberries on his belly anymore.
This is the boy that went through 4 copies of Goodnight Moon. “Again! Again!” he would squeal.
I thought of this as I said “goodbye, nursery” again and again.
As my husband says, “Parenting is not for wussies.”