Saturday, January 29, 2011

My House is a Mess!

It is always my intention that my home, my clothes, my car, etc. not appear to be overrun with children's toys and clothes and food and mess. This is a goal shared by many mothers, and it is pretty widely accepted that children, although adorable, leave chaos and juice splatter in their wake, and that that sort of mess must be contained if parents want to participate in polite society. What is more offensive and embarrassing to the young and carefree than evidence of children?

As with most of my intentions, however, I often fall short of the mark.

First, and most obviously, it is just not possible to have fun AND keep messes to a minimum, and I always chose fun with Ollie over cleanliness and order. But tonight I realized something else about all that disorder. On my way out the door to see a friend who is going through a very hard time, and feeling quite sad about it myself, I stuck my hand in my pocket to look for change and came up with Ollie's soother. This physical reminder of my son's simple contentedness made me feel comforted. As I put my purse in the car before heading off, I noticed a quilt he'd been covered with on our last long car trip and felt warm just thinking about him bundled up in the back seat. When I put the keys in the ignition I noticed that my shirt was smeared with hummus, evidence of Oliver's "hilarious" new food spitting game, and I chuckled.

I could not possibly have looked more like a disheveled, frazzled mommy tonight, and I couldn't have felt better about it. Everywhere I go, no matter what I'm heading into...happy, sad, whatever.. I'm surrounded by tangible proof that I love and am loved in the greatest way I can imagine.

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