Once dinner was done, and the Littles had been read to and soundly snuggled off to bed, I took advantage of the quiet moments to finish cleaning a bit. As I was tiding up, the saying crossed my mind, "They will never be as little as they are today."
The longer I journey down my path of motherhood, the more I'm convinced that God ordains Holy Messes. The messes made in the pursuit of raising kids well. Messes that make our lives more inconvenient and less show-worthy but that spring up while we're busy focusing on what's really important.
I'm going to work on living contented with the Holy Messes that my kids make. I will continue to do my best every day to make my home a comfortable place for my family to exist in, but I'm not going to allow the pressure of it all to take away the joy of being my children's mom, right there in the moment with them, finding the silly thing that will send rounds of laughter echoing down my hall.
I'm going to dance like a silly lunatic every time my little daughter asks me. I'm going to crawl around with the baby and make silly faces and blow raspberries into soft, squishy bellies. I'm going to lay with my children, unapologetically, at nap time, with my protective arms draped around them and breathe in their sweet and sour scents. Most of all, I'm going to work hard to form memories that they will remember forever. They may or may not remember that Mommy had a lot of laundry to put away, or that Mommy's house wasn't always perfectly tidy, but they may remember that Mommy loved them with her whole heart and Mommy was fun. And that is something that I think I can aspire to be...