This morning was a battle, not because everyone was crazy or especially difficult, but because I was overwhelmed by the messes my children had made ALL OVER THE HOUSE (sorry for shouting just then).
Don’t get my wrong, I do not live in one of those spotless houses
that is spare, white, or nearly vacant. I live is a big, cozy, pattern
filled place that serves every member of our family- quite often it’s a
mess because of it. We all have projects, and games, and books, and
papers, and well- messes everywhere but today it got the better of me
from the get go. I asked, I asked again, I shouted, and then I looked
around again. Yeah, it’s a mess, but everyone was engaged in some kind
of imaginative game or fun. There was evidence everywhere. Now, what’s so bad about that? I asked myself.
I make a lot of toys for my kids so I’m complicit in all of this.
Yeah, sometimes they add to the mess, but they often create play and
open up some sort of imaginative interaction that is created by my
children alone. They’re tossed, kicked, or danced with. Other times they
So this morning I gave in. The battle is over for now. I’m sure it
will be waged again and again- Me against the Mess. But for now I’m just
going with it. I’ll make another coffee, and watch them play- Go
forth little ones, make a mess…. but hey, could you pick that up before
you’re start a new project. … please. I’ll help! Who can pick up the
most blocks first?! …
Wish me luck