I started this morning early as usual. The sun could barely be seen over the eastern horizon from my back yard. I poured a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker my wife set up the night before. Immediately after sitting down, I glanced around at the living room which was was in total chaos and disorder. It was a literal mess.
A cursory inventory of the the living room revealed three balls that varied in color and size; a fire truck and dump truck; bean counter; musical tambourine; rocking horse; picture books; miniature chair that belonged to my daughter when she was his age; three puppets (wolf, rabbit, bird); a toy barn turned over and small animals all over the floor; and an assortment of other things to entertain a one year boy.
While doing this quick survey of what looked like the results of a tornado, I was reminded of what my grandmother said to my mother when I was a young toddler: “Charlotte, don’t bring that boy over here again.” I disturbed my grandmother’s orderly world. I understand more clearly what she meant now. One year old grand kids bring delight but disorder.
Although I usually like order, I will take my grandson and his disorder anytime.