Sometimes You Just Have To Let Go

It's time for an update from the recovering-control-freak. I just spent the last 30 minutes cleaning baby food off of the baby, the high chair, the floor, the walls, the table, and oh, that's right, me. Why? Because I couldn't let go. I'm having one of those "must be productive" days where I have 8 errands to run in a tiny amount of time. My day is budgeted into specific slots for each activity - lunch, driving, errands, driving, nap time, cooking, etc. Lunch was running into "getting ready" time, so I thought it best to keep spooning food into the baby's mouth, winding my way through flying baby arms and a head that kept swinging from side to side. It was like being on Star Tours. Normally I feel much more relaxed about lunch and enjoy watching Baby M try to maneuver the spoon into his ear. But time was of the essence today! Why? Because I was in Productivity Mode! Baby M, however, was in I'm-Big-Enough-To-Feed-Myself-Thank-You-Very-Much! mode and decided to grab the spoon from my hand. Instead of letting go and dealing with a tiny mess on his hands and feet, I decided that it would still be much faster if I got the spoon back. Have you ever tried to win a tug-of-war with an infant over a tiny plastic spoon filled with goo? I don't recommend it. Chunks of carrot and chicken flew everywhere. Of course it was bright orange too. Sigh. In an attempt to maintain control, I made a way bigger mess than there would have been had I just let go and let M feed himself. Eh, to heck with productivity. I'm pretty sure my errands will get done and my kitchen hasn't been spotless for months. God made us washable. Isn't that the way life often goes - you think you have everything under control and that you know best, and then God gets a good laugh. Hopefully I gave him one.