I’m linking up with some sweet moms to talk about messes. Check out the links to their blogs at the bottom of my post.
If having a toddler (and a baby – and a husband ;)) isn’t messy, then I don’t know what is.
Anything and everything that can be spilled onto the floor, IS spilled onto the floor.
Every crayon, marker, pencil, piece of chalk finds a way onto to a wall, the couch, etc.
Every wall in the house boasts some kind of smudge mark about 3 feet up from the floor.
Mom’s outfit is ruined in less time than it took to put on.
My car constantly looks like a hurricane blew threw it.
The heights of our laundry piles are pretty impressive. You know, if you’re impressed by that kind of thing.
Sometimes, this drives me crazy. I don’t want it to, but it does.
But, I’ve started to embrace the mess. The books scattered around the living room. The dishes piled sky high. The colorful pieces of chalk that I find hiding in every room of the house.
These are signs that we are living. We spend time together, exploring and learning. We share good meals together, nourishing our bodies. We play, we laugh, we love.
All too soon these messes will be gone. The house will feel too tidy. My car will feel empty. I’ll miss the smudge marks on the walls.
Motherhood is messy, but it is so so good.