Reality check: my Pinterest- and Olio board-fueled vision for a nursery may not happen. I’m slowly coming around to this realization. Early on, I dreamed of a picture-perfect nursery. Gender neutral, even for our baby boy, everything carefully curated and designed thanks to my Pinterest board and Olio board dedicated to the subject. Some things would be borrowed, some would be purchased new, others would be hand made or repurposed. Baby Boy and I would relax, play and nurse in a well-decorated, coordinated-but-not-too-matchy-matchy baby haven. It’s nice to have dreams, right?
Then, reality hits.
We’re about a month away from Baby Boy’s birth. We’re still in the midst of a kitchen renovation; we’re at the point where we have a functioning space, but a lot more needs to be done. There are about a half a dozen other home improvement projects that have popped up on our fixer-upper since we started the kitchen renovation, all which need addressing before the winter weather gets any worse, or before Baby Boy arrives. And then, there’s the nursery.
When we moved in a few months ago, our extra furniture and storage boxes found temporary homes in one of the three bedrooms upstairs, without much rhyme or reason. Needless to say, the room designated for the nursery got the same treatment, knowing we’d come back to that space later to organize and decorate. Although, not much has changed in the room months later, unless you count the generous baby shower gifts from friends and family that have been added to the pile. With Baby Boy’s arrival quickly approaching, I’m wondering when we’ll be able to sort all of it out to make even a moderately functioning room. I’m quickly abandoning my idea of a perfectly decorated nursery in exchange for the basics: “We need a crib, a dresser and a place to sit and nurse—can we make that happen?”
Maybe some day soon I’ll surprise you with an updated photo of how it has all come perfectly together, despite our disorganization and deadline. And, then again, maybe not. I suppose this is one of many lessons I’ll learn as a parent—control what you can, let go of what you can’t, and roll with the punches. In any case, we’ll enjoy our early days with Baby Boy, whether or not he has those perfect owl knobs on his newly refinished dresser.