Logic Is Optional

Hey, where did my week go?  How on earth can it be after midnight, Friday already?

Well, I guess that’s O.K.  I have gotten a lot done.  Just not in the way of blogging. 

When I looked at my calendar on Monday, I realized that my oldest son was going away this weekend,  my two oldest boys go to camp the week after next, and the following Wednesday they start back to school.  WHAT??  So soon?

It gave me the sudden urge to go through everyone’s closets like a mom possessed and see what still fit.  

This always snowballs into a monumental task around here.  Did you ever notice how much boys HATE to try on clothes??  Hmm, well, maybe it’s just me…and mine.

I am happy to report, though, that the boys survived, the clothes are all sorted, and we seem to be in good shape for camp and the start of school. 

Plus, my kitchen is a little more organized. 

That was a by-product of my hunt for what sport bottles and drink containers were still usable for lunches and soccer. (Why does every search lead to cleaning something you didn’t plan on cleaning??  And why doesn’t it work the same way with the male gender?  OOPS, did I say that?  Chalk it up to how tired I am at the moment.)

Anyway, the picture above shows a sampling of what I found in the kitchen.  Which brings me to the heart of this post. 

Pacifiers… 

My youngest has been “over” sippy cups and pacifiers for quite some time.  I just haven’t gotten around to pitching them.

As logical as it is to throw them out, I have to tell you, I’m finding it difficult.  Not the sippy cups, so much.  Those went right into the yard sale box. 

But the pacifiers… 

They are still sitting on my counter.  I haven’t been able to throw them out, yet. 

I get all nostalgic thinking back to how tiny those little hands were that held them.  And it makes me smile.

I think I’m having more trouble with this than I did when I sold our crib.  And that was pretty hard. 

Unlike the crib, which was taking up so much valuable space, and simply had to go, these pacifiers have sat unobtrusively for years (literally). They’ve been tucked into the back of here and there, all over the house. 

Taking up very little space.

Seemingly, still at the ready for a sleepy little baby.

Did you know that my baby turns five in just over a week? 

He giggled out loud to see that pile on my counter.  He’s incredulous that he ever had one in his mouth. 

But I… I can picture it.

I know it’s crazy that I haven’t gotten rid of them before now.  they’re old and yucky and no one would want them.  So I set them out in the open thinking I would eventually work up the courage or resolve or whatever to do the deed.   

But the longer they sit there on my  counter.  Staring at me across the kitchen every time I pass them by.  Begging to know what I plan to do with them. The more I realize that I still can’t toss them.  

What do you do when your baby is no longer a baby, and you happen across a stash like this?  A stash which sends a gentle wave of sentimental mush through your veins.  A stash which immediately conjures up the sweet fragrance of a clean baby?  And which leaves a smile on your face? 

I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.

I’m going to put them back. 

I’m going to tuck them away in the back of a drawer and smile each time I see one. 

For as long as I like. 

Because I’m a mom. 

And logic is optional. 

Call me weird if you like.  But my mind is made up.