The OC Lets Go (Some More)

My friends know that I am an OC. They usually make fun of my OC-ness. Workmates usually give a cry of relief when we are done with a project. Family and friends as well. So imagine the level of my OC-ness. If they found my OC-ness a serious matter and some sort of a torture, imagine the torture my husband and my son get everyday considering we live on the same roof, we go home to the same house, day in and day out, without any helpers like what we had in Manila.

Well, when I became I mum, I started to let go a bit of my OC-ness. I thought that life is too short and I would end up miserable trying to do everything as planned. As one article puts it, you have to choose your battles. After letting go of some things, I thought it would end there. But I soon see myself letting go of some more things and try to see beauty of that choice.

I have been trying to teach my son how to be responsible by letting him pack away his toys after play. I would like to think that I am successful at this point but there are also some days where he seems to forget to pack away. On those days, I end up nagging my two-year old telling him to pack away his toys or else...but two days ago it just occured to me that there is beauty on all of those toys scattered on the floor of his room.

The beauty I saw was maybe inspired by the Spirit because I believe, I cannot realize that one, on my own. I realized that I should be thankful because I had something to clean. That something that I had to clean is actually a concrete sign that I have been blessed with a son. A happy, bubbly, bright and healthy little boy. It occured to me that those scattered toys has been there because my son was actually playing with them. I would rather have a room full of scattered toys, than a clean room without him.

Yes, it may be so simple for you but I took delight when I realized it. And so now, I let go some more. Passing by the room of my son at night and seeing the toys he forgot to pack away does not make me fret anymore. It actually puts a smile on my face because, I know, when I see the toys, I got to spend and will get to spend more precious time with me little one again.

On Time, All the Time?

Closest friends and family knows that I have a tendency to be an OC (Obsessive-Compulsive).I like keeping things in order. I like things neat. I like planning and doing things ahead of time. I like listing down the things I need todo for the day and finishing all of it as well. I was like that until I had Liam. Liam is my precious little boy. Oh how he changed my life (I'm pretty sure my husband as well)! Being a full time (in the fullest sense of the word -- no help or yayas) wife and mom now suddenly made my hands full. Never a dull moment at home. Taking care of my little boy takes a lot of time already. So imagine what I feel when I see a lot of chores still waiting to be done. I go crazy. Correct. I finally admitted to myself that I cannot be an OC as I used to be or as I want me to be. This is if I want to stay sane. It drives me crazy seeing things not in order, doing things a bit late, delaying some of the things I enjoy doing the most. It was hard at the start. I thought I'd not survive but after more than a year, I've managed to survive. I still have the OC in me but I've managed to tone it down a bit. I've let go of some of the things in order to give priority to more important things. So will it still be on time all the time for me? Not anymore. Maybe sometimes. Life is too short to spend it on things that really don't matter in the end.