Where the Ladybug SleepsFebruary 24, 2010 at 11:06 pm | Posted in Giggles, Lollipop | 6 Comments
I have bottles of finger paint in my wine-glass cabinet. Elephant stamps, ink pads, and construction paper in my coat closet. A soccer ball in my pantry.
Stickers and coloring books share shelf space with cans of tomatoes and peaches. Sunscreen peeks out from behind the dog biscuits. A fold-up toddler tunnel hides behind the Eureka (the scary one).
Diapers and Desitin decorate my mantle.
A toilet paper roll stands guard behind the globe at the top of the stairs. Juuuuuust out of reach of the three-feet-and-under crowd.
At the bottom of my closet (hidden behind a lamp I’m certain we’ll use one day) sits a pile of storybook jackets, their hardcover counterparts already bent and bruised and adored by tiny hands.
At the top, next to a pile of scarves and purses, is a box of shells from our first family beach trip. Half-used boxes of fold-and-seal valentines. And a set of play-kitchen pots and pans finished in metallic Fling-’em-to-the-Floor-and-Hear-Mom-Roar.
On the other side, behind Daddy’s tux, are rows and rows of irresistible rectangles. Pixar, Dreamworks, Disney, Henson. Magic.
A blue ladybug sleeps in my sock drawer.
Happy organizational accidents, every one. Because, where children roam, I’ve found that logic rarely applies. Things are where they are. Where they’re needed most. Where they’re wanted most but best not reached.
Or where they are frantically stashed as company knocks at the door.
And, suddenly, that’s their place, their permanent place.
Quirky, odd, and off the wall. But everything in its place.
What sleeps in your sock drawer?