On any given day, this is what my floor looks like. At one point, I hated seeing this every day and night so much that I began to take a few minutes each night to clear the mess myself. For a moment, it made me feel better to be able to see a clean floor, even though it was just momentarily. But the days are long, and the more and more I cleaned up, the mess kept creeping back. So I grew tired, and at some point I gave up once again. Now I could force my kids to clean up every night, in fact I wish I did. But again, the days are long. This is our reality. Kids create mess.
I often wonder how some Instagram moms manage to capture their kids in their precious moments with their picture perfect clean homes. Even their handmade wooden toys are perfectly displayed scattered across their vintage Persian rug. The truth of the matter is, this is our home and how we live in it. The toys scattered about, although sometimes hazardous, are a sweet reminder of what takes place here. We are blessed, not only for our kids, but also for all of these things that bring them joy. Like the pretend shopping cart that for some reason currently holds my son’s dirty socks, and the doodle board that my 2 year enjoys so much as she draws quietly in some corner of the room. The there’s the blaster gun that we purchased for my son when we took him to see a Marvel Avengers live show a couple of years ago.
Seeing all of these random things all over the place can be overwhelming at times. However I am getting better at accepting this mess for what it is. This mess contributes to what makes this house our home. I just wish I didn’t have to step on it all the time. Ouch!