What is it about us as human beings that ties us so strongly to routines, patterns, "the way it's always been"? Why is it so hard for us to switch gears?
In fact, thinking about it now, the whole world is set up to resist major changes in a short period of time. Desert ecosystems are perfectly adapted to dry conditions-if we should suddenly get a coastal area's share of precipitation, we'd have a natural disaster on our hands.
Do you ever feel like a desert getting coastal downpour?
The good news is, adaptation is just as primal as our tendency to hold to routine. Somehow, the world adapts as climates change and so do we. It may feel like a natural disaster in the moment, and when all is said and done, we may have a whole new look and feel to our lives, but things work out. They always have, I think they always will.
Last night, Rudy slept the first night of the rest of his life in a bed, instead of a crib.
He's slept in a bed before, but yesterday, he and Jason took the crib apart together.
It's sitting in our garage, an affirmation of Rudy's total transition from crib...
to bed.
I know, I bet you're thinking, "Sheesh! All that natural disaster talk was about a stinkin' piece of furniture?!!"
But putting the crib away felt like putting Rudy's babyhood away. It felt like closing the door to that stage of his life-of my life with him-and opening the door to so many other changes.
We transferred him to the bed in preparation for his move to his new room downstairs (we didn't want him to go to a new room in a new bed.) He's moving to a room downstairs because a delightful little girl is maturing within my womb as I type.
I'm about to be a mother of two, first time mother of a little girl. My body is changing as it nurtures my little child, and prepares to welcome her into the world. My heart is changing as I consider raising a daughter as well as a son. Our house is changing as we work to prepare it for two children. Even my workout routine is changing, as the best running partner I've ever had moves on to a great new job, changing our availability from compatible to incompatible.
That's probably why even though Rudy transitioned from one piece of furniture to the other almost seamlessly, I had nightmares last night about my little baby boy morphing into strange things in the night. My life is morphing-in beautiful and happy ways-but it's still morphing, and so it's still hard.