My mother told me when I was little that someday you would see my name on a book. She will be the first to tell you I always had a pencil and paper in my hands. I believe we are supposed to speak blessings over our children and my mother has done that since I was young…
Of course all throughout my life people have also encouraged and reiterated that same idea- I have been told many times “You should be writing a book”. And I even LOVE to write but until today I have not made any efforts to do it for a few different reasons…
1. I couldn’t imagine you were interested.
2. I couldn’t imagine how I’d have the time.
3. There a bunch of haters out there! And right now I am not dealing with the drama that some other family bloggers probably endure.
4. I hate drama. It makes me tired and I am already tired.
But then something happened last night. I gave our two youngest boys a bath. Then my husband bathed the next youngest three kiddos and somewhere before we fell asleep I stood back and looked at our bathroom. Trashed. Not dirty, but trashed none the less and it hit me.
To me, this looks like –success, I have clean, happy kids -and to someone else this is a laundry pile, a disheveled bathroom, a mess. This bathroom is unfit for a set of hard working parents to have off of their master bedroom. (Especially when the kids have other bathrooms in the house.) I know my pre-mom self agrees with you! But you know what this bathroom looks like to my kids? The best curly-hair-taming conditioner in the house for our seven year old daughter- because mom’s the only one that buys that kind and she needs it! To our younger sons, it smells like the manliest body wash. EVER. Because our nine, eleven and twelve year olds need to smell manly. It feels like reassurance when these boys go to bed with all the soap actually rinsed out of their hair this time by a dad who has already been working all day putting floors down in our latest rental property. And to our newly adopted (but always ours) babies, it feels like they are swimming in a gigantic tub that was clearly placed there only for them – it feels like comfort and routine and love.
So that’s why I’m here. Because you can’t see what I see unless I show you. And you certainly won’t get to feel it if you never know it existed.
“If you want to change the world, go home and love your family” -Mother Theresa
That’s why I am here. If I never make it to your front porch for coffee on a Sunday morning or curl up on your couch to blow off steam on a Friday night we will have still been able to share some of those life stories and moments and the world might be better for it.
“Therefore encourage one another and build each other up”
-1 Thessalonians 5:11