Today I leave you with my last post for the mamas: Feast on Today.
I’m at that stage of motherhood when the bizarre and the comical collide on a daily basis. It’s so familiar that sometimes I don’t even notice the wonderful ridiculous right in front of my eyes.
Mom, what’s taller? Three T-Rex’s stacked on top of one another or a skyscraper?
Does hot wax melt other hot wax?
Mom, I’m practicing cursive. Do you know what my favorite word to write in cursive is? Maggots.
Honestly, I don’t know whether to cringe, cry, or roll on the floor laughing.
From random queries to scary heads stuck to bathroom mirrors,
Lego explosions and Sharpie Monet on the walls,
life right now is a feast of the random, the ridiculous, the real.
Sometimes it feels as if life is mundane. Where is the glory in sippy cups and toothpaste globs?
Sometimes it looks like a circus. Where is visual peace in the midst of three kids, a million legos and dishes that refuse to wash themselves?
Sometimes it feels overwhelming. When will they stop being so messy and needing so much?
One day I’ll have only glassware in the cupboards, clean sinks, and vacuumed floors with nary a lego in sight. The dishes will be easier to keep up with and my kids’ neediness will come in the form of phone calls from college or from their own homes when someone needs a recipe from good ol’ mom.
And while that will be a beautiful season in its own right, it’s a far cry from the noisy, bursting-with-life, peppered-with-crazy-questions, toy-strewn days I get to live right now.
You have to choose to see it this way of course. I’m not always so good at choosing to savor and smile and notice. But I’m getting better. Like all worthwhile habits, it takes practice.
In this case, practice doesn’t make perfect. Practice makes joy.