Tonight I came across a post a friend of mine shared about not making excuses for our messy homes and unwashed hair as mamas…
It got me thinking. How many times have I gone around the house after everyone has fallen asleep and counted up all the chores that were “behind”? How many times have I lamented over never having a clean house? How often have I stressed over the fact that the table was sticky, the floor wasn’t mopped and there were dishes still in the sink the from the night before?
I shuttered at the thought of time wasted worrying about the things that don’t truly matter.
This season has been one of letting things go and focusing more intently on the ones in my care, including myself. Being sick has a way of doing that – of slowing things down to a more manageable pace. In the past it has been followed by a hurried catch up, burning the candles at both ends to get back to reality.
I’m making a decision.
Not this time.
What on earth am I attempting to catch up to? When have I never not been “behind” on housework, whether it be laundry piled up in the laundry room, or a kitchen floor in desperate need of mopping? Getting so caught up in an attempt to do this motherhood thing “right”, has me worrying about the less important things and putting the ones that DO matter on hold “until I get done…”
for the house to remain clean
for the kids to be bigger
for chore charts to miraculously become effective
for the day when I can count on a full nights sleep
for the day I can assure myself that I will be showered and in clean clothes before the women arrive for coffee….
Waiting, for a day that, if I’m being honest, isn’t on the horizon anytime soon.
And in the waiting, the very worst thing, is the joy I am missing out on right in front of me….
sticky counters that come from the blessing of little hands helping in the kitchen…
dirty sinks stained with toothpaste from little beauties learning how to take care of themselves….
mud on the kitchen floor from feet too excited to show me what they discovered outside to remove their shoes….
socks strewn on the floor in the living room from a husband too tired to toss them in the laundry basket because of his willingness and determination to work hard for his family….
As the dishes from dinner tonight went undone in favor of snuggling up on the couch to watch the Bernstein Bears before bed, I began to look at my messy house in a new light.
My house is full of an abundance of life. Nurturing, learning, growing, healing, rest and yes, MESS happens here because of the blessing of life, and not just any life, but life well lived…
And that is worth leaving the chores until the morning.