Life is messy. Motherhood is messy. A messy life happens in unexpected days. Our house is clean, our living room is nice and clean but there always seems to be a mess of packages and papers that land on the dining room table.
My desk is always a mess. There’s usually markers and pens and cameras and cords that find their way to the surface of my desk.
The kids bedrooms are always clean, the floors get vacuumed every day and the toy are always picked up.
The playroom is my one exception to the rules. It’s a total mess. The kids storm in and play and I let them leave out their toys. I find satisfaction in the simple fact that I can just shut the door. I let them be messy and it’s the one space that I don’t stress out about.
I let them be messy because I know this mess will only happen for so long. I will only hang those dresses for so many years. I will only peak in to find them lovingly playing together for so long. I know these moments are short so I’m learning to embrace the mess. To spend more moments doing the things that bring us closer together, doing more things that make us happy.
One day I will miss this mess, and I know it will come too soon.