Over the course of the last year I’ve had the opportunity to peek into at least three different nurseries of three different mothers, whether in real life or through photos on Facebook. It wasn’t until the third that I really noticed it: this vaguely familiar feeling; the I think I’ve been here before…but no… moment; the why does this ring a bell? thoughts. It all clicked when I complimented one of the moms on a wall hanging and she said, “Thanks! I found the idea on Pinterest!”
Aha! That’s it. Everyone had taken all the same ideas and made them their own: each room was different; and yet, each room was sort of the same.
Well, I’m not on Pinterest. I waste enough time online without needing to get sucked in to something that I fully recognize could take over my life. So the baby’s room fails to meet the “shared on Pinterest” criteria. But….the baby’s room is done. It’s actually completed (even though it didn’t get painted until she was three months old). Back in January I wouldn’t have guaranteed any of that. And last fall I was a basket case, because, as I kept having to tell people, we have nothing.
“Wow! Your other two are really old! Do you even have any baby stuff left?” That was pretty much the response of pretty much anyone who talked to me about our little surprise blessing. And my response, to each of them, was always the same:
No, we moved when my daughter was two and didn’t want to move all the baby stuff since were weren’t having any more…..all we have are two umbrella strollers. We don’t even have a crib–it broke in the move.
Then my response started to change.
It started with a sweet friend from church asking me if I had any maternity clothes. No, and I was loathe to buy them, knowing I’d never wear them again. So in came three bins of clothing for me to use, completely free; originally on loan but (after some thoughtful consideration 😉 ) simply given. My entire maternity purchases were a few pairs of jeans from Goodwill. (I hadn’t even known there was a maternity section at Goodwill.)
Next up: dinner with my college roommate and her husband. She asked about our adoption plans, and when we told her–as we’d told our caseworker–that we had a “situation,” she got it immediately.
“A growing situation?” she asked. Yep.
“Do you even have any baby stuff?” Nope.
She then offered us all of her baby stuff, left from her now-preschool son; after coming to the conclusion that they wouldn’t be having any more, she was trying to figure out how to get rid of it all. (I believe her actual words were, “Back up the truck, baby….it’s all yours!”)
So a few weeks later, when another friend asked “Do you even have any baby stuff?” I got to try out a new response: Funny story…. By the end, I said something like, …and all we need to buy is a crib! We have everything else we need!
To which she responded, “Do you want a crib?”
Are you kidding me?
We have acquired, to date, a crib, changing table, two changing pads (with covers), a bassinet, a car seat (plus two bases), a stroller (that works with the car seat), two baby bathtubs, one bouncy seat, one infant “seat,” one floor play mat, one swing, and numerous toys and blankets. This doesn’t take into account the amazing amount of clothes loaned to me by my sister; from my niece, who is just over a year older than our baby girl. And it turns out we didn’t actually have “nothing:” I had my older daughter’s crib bedding, which I’d listed on Craigslist twice and which–somehow–never sold. (Thank goodness it was a girl!)
I could spin this and talk about how budget-friendly our nursery is. Or how “green” I am, with all this used stuff. The reality, though, is that when we had a need, God provided. When I was completely overwhelmed with the thought of starting over, especially since we weren’t planning on doing the whole baby thing again, God took care of the “stuff” situation, and helped me realize how He was present in the entire “baby” situation.
I am so unbelievably thankful to all the people who made my little one’s room. Each and every day I see these things, and am reminded of God’s provision and friends’ willingness to help. I can’t imagine a better way to decorate a nursery.