My secret?
That I have a mess. I occasionally lose my mind over it until my throat hurts and my kids are scared. Never mind every closet and the basement storage room looks just like this "cleaned up" play room (or worse). There are moments that I just need a bit of organization to feel like I have it together.
I am an imperfect mom who is loved in every which way by three little girls. Thank you for adoring me and forgiveness when I don't deserve it.
Another secret?
They sometimes get ice cream before dinner and eat way too many sweets, period.
Secret?
I let the kids run barefoot, have dirty faces and play in the mud in dresses. I let them make tupperware houses for roly-polys and catch butterflies way after bed time.
I let them pick out their own clothes and wear them backward if that is the way that feels best.
I let them water the plants even though most of the water doesn't make it to the pot and the one getting soaked is them. I let them wash the windows even when they make a huge mess and every towel is wet...
and it is my mess, their mess, our amazing mess and our life is just too short to worry about it and time when they are little is just too fleeting. The days will come all too soon when they have flown the nest and when I long for their mess. I just have to remind myself of that simple fact every day.
1 comment:
Love this post and what it shares! I really love allie eating the ice cream, and all of your fun angles of your photos. Great shots and so much fun to read Secrets!
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