I thought I’d start writing about the ideal vs. reality a bit- kind of going along with my dreaming or discontent post.
Today’s subject is more light-hearted though-
Home should be a refuge, a place to unwind, a relaxing atmosphere. It also is a place to be yourself- the good, the bad and the ugly. A place of acceptance, a place of (hopefully) unconditional love.
A place that gets messier than ever imaginable. A place that I wish was clean for longer than 12 seconds. 🙂
This is what my house sometimes looks like:
For 12 seconds. If the kids are watching a movie, maybe it stays like this for an hour. Or if we are not home, it stays like this longer. You know, till we get home. 😉
This. This is what it usually looks like.
Three kids ages 6 and under, lots of cooking stuff from scratch/artistic endeavors/crafty inspiration/imagination based play/homeschooling will do this to your house. Every single day.
Sometimes there are an excess of library books strewn everywhere across the floor as well.
Or a fort built in the living room with about 1,000 stuffed animal dollies “camping” in and around it.
Or fossils and fossil tools spread out everywhere for paleontology study.
This is what our kitchen looks like every evening.
The moments where it is clean are few and far between but you know what?
It is home.
And it is wonderfully, beautifully messy and lived in and happy and loved.
The mess is completely worth it because it means I can spend time with these guys:
To be here to see their growth and failures and firsts and kiss their hurts and feed them and make sure they learn about God’s love and our sinfulness and life’s responsibilities is worth a messy house. And for those moments where the house is clean, I just savor them and look forward to the next time. 🙂