"Beginnings are always messy." -John Galsworthy
If beginnings are always messy then I'm on the right track.
As a fairly creative person I find I do my best work under chaotic conditions. Piles of laundry scaling great heights on my bedroom floor while I'm on a bender at the sewing machine. The natives, my perfectly wild wild things, conditioned to scavenge for clean clothing by mining through the heaps. Dishes left in the sink long after I've fallen into bed are often tackled by the Honeyman. God love him. Yet, in the chaos everything has its order and place.
While our house may be unkept and tidy every other day(s), we know where to find the important things that matter most.
When Mr. O, the oldest, feels his love tank is plumb near empty, he comes to me for a fill up of quality time. And, while it's hard for me, a hyper absorbed in task type person, I've learned to put the task aside. There is no greater task than my presence for the child.
Señorita Sassypants loves a good laugh. And, she knows where to find the sillies in all things. Yet another creative soul, she once informed me that the destruction of her bedroom was merely an art installation. She was four.
She knows where to find the Creator of all things. Not only my creative child, she's my earthy girl, too. Happiest is she with the soles of her feet filthy while searching for roly polies and worms. Ask her what she wants to be when she grows up and it's always a "Pet-in-nary".
And, sweet, sweet baby Señor Fluff-N-Stuff Squishypants helps us to find the wonder and joy in this life the Creator meant for us all. To drink up the small pleasures of the great creation is nothing short of delightful when a toddler's on hand. Watching with amazement with an upside down, through his own legs view of the world is enough to fill up my love tank and keep me going.
These days are sweet. They're also exhausting, sticky, and trying. Somedays there's heartache. Some there's a heart so full it could burst. These days are also exceedingly short and fleeting as any empty nest mama is quick to point out.
The days are long, but the years are short, they tell me. So that's why there's a mess, or often, plenty more. We strive to live a slower paced life. We break for pillow forts and never ending card games of War. We get dirty on our hands and knees in search of creepy crawlies for observation. We live a life that I hope they will remember for the love, not for perfection. That's not for me to give them anyhow.
If beginnings are always messy then I'm on the right track.
As a fairly creative person I find I do my best work under chaotic conditions. Piles of laundry scaling great heights on my bedroom floor while I'm on a bender at the sewing machine. The natives, my perfectly wild wild things, conditioned to scavenge for clean clothing by mining through the heaps. Dishes left in the sink long after I've fallen into bed are often tackled by the Honeyman. God love him. Yet, in the chaos everything has its order and place.
While our house may be unkept and tidy every other day(s), we know where to find the important things that matter most.
When Mr. O, the oldest, feels his love tank is plumb near empty, he comes to me for a fill up of quality time. And, while it's hard for me, a hyper absorbed in task type person, I've learned to put the task aside. There is no greater task than my presence for the child.
Señorita Sassypants loves a good laugh. And, she knows where to find the sillies in all things. Yet another creative soul, she once informed me that the destruction of her bedroom was merely an art installation. She was four.
She knows where to find the Creator of all things. Not only my creative child, she's my earthy girl, too. Happiest is she with the soles of her feet filthy while searching for roly polies and worms. Ask her what she wants to be when she grows up and it's always a "Pet-in-nary".
And, sweet, sweet baby Señor Fluff-N-Stuff Squishypants helps us to find the wonder and joy in this life the Creator meant for us all. To drink up the small pleasures of the great creation is nothing short of delightful when a toddler's on hand. Watching with amazement with an upside down, through his own legs view of the world is enough to fill up my love tank and keep me going.
These days are sweet. They're also exhausting, sticky, and trying. Somedays there's heartache. Some there's a heart so full it could burst. These days are also exceedingly short and fleeting as any empty nest mama is quick to point out.
The days are long, but the years are short, they tell me. So that's why there's a mess, or often, plenty more. We strive to live a slower paced life. We break for pillow forts and never ending card games of War. We get dirty on our hands and knees in search of creepy crawlies for observation. We live a life that I hope they will remember for the love, not for perfection. That's not for me to give them anyhow.
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