journal, 12/16/22

I work hard for a tidy home

And it’s important, and it matters

But some days, instead of “picking up as a I go”(which is genius, and, also, torture) I find need to leave the mess and follow the mess makers

To the blocks

To the table

To the couch, with a basket of books

Maybe instead of the clean house ideal,

I can be a little more well-rounded in my desire

I can enjoy...

A joyful home, joining in their play

A creative home, letting them make worlds for themselves in our little space

A prayerful home, not just a tidy one

One where we value play, togetherness, and creativity, as much as we value being picked up

It’s not one or the other, but I find I have to give myself more grace these days

Constantly reminding myself: it will get cleaned, it always does

Maybe it’s just not as a fast, and maybe that’s ok, because everything else around here is way too fast

Like Eliot... nearly three? When did that happen?