April 10, 2016

Signs of Life

I'm sharing a post today in honor of "National Siblings Day" and my two precious babes. It's been in my draft box for a while now but funny how its words are still relevant and true all these months later. I hope you enjoy these "Signs of Life"...


I was puttering around the house this morning gathering dirty towels, starting a few loads of laundry, loading dishes in the dishwasher and just generally tidying up, when I peeked inside my kid's rooms and my mouth dropped open wide.

GOODNESS GRACIOUS.

I think it is very safe to say that my children's idea of clean and my idea of clean are two completely different things!

I like a neat and tidy home. It just feels good and right. It doesn't have to be perfect, spotless and sanitized, but if it is picked up and relatively clean our home just feels more peaceful to me. Cozy and comforting. Refreshing and restful.

But these two teens of mine don't necessarily enjoy or understand the benefits of a neat and tidy space. At least, not like I do. And I'm learning to be okay with that. Perfectly okay, in fact.


Though I think it's important to instill in my children the need to value and care for the things they've been blessed with and to teach them basic life skills such as cleaning, I'm not crazy, I know that I know that those aren't the most important things in life. Far, far from it!

So instead of seeing their mess and their ransacked rooms with stuff strung everywhere, I'm learning to see the signs of their sweet, vibrant lives. Every misplaced trinket and gadget, every bit of clothing that lays on the floor longing for its home, and every little pile of treasured junk really just represents a bit of them, who they are now and who they are becoming. One day, they won't live in our house anymore and their rooms will be perfectly clean and orderly, quiet and still, and I will miss the chaos and the mess and most of all, them.

 I will miss them TERRIBLY. 


So I'm learning to embrace the mess, the sweet signs of life, and I'm savoring it all in its own unique and wonderful way. It's actually kind of cute and honestly entertaining how messy their rooms can get. Sometimes I just walk past and peer in and marvel at all their stuff in wonder… What is that for? Where did they get it? What were they up to? What were they thinking? How do they find anything? How do they even move around in here? Is that a sock? 

And from time to time, I even take a few pictures just so I can remember, just for posterity's sake. Because one day, they'll give me a good chuckle and warm my heart and help me remember the signs of their dear and precious lives.

Here and now, but then.



"The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep."

Ruth Hamilton


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