I made it into Ev's room and I was cleaning up bits of paper strewn about and tossing toys back into the toy box. I stood up to stretch my back and I took a deep breath in, then I noticed a bright sun patch just streaming in the window.
Then I was just hit with such an overwhelming sense of luck and gratitude that I just sat right back down and lost my grumps.
Here I am, in the middle of being a Mama.
Everytime I sweep, it looks like we have zany little elves all over because all of my dirt has bits of glitter in it. Sometimes I walk thru the house and I see little groupings of stuffed animals arranged around a miniature tea set. Sometimes I wake to find little pieces of art work that a certain someone has created and snuck onto my bedside table for me to find in the morning. Sometimes I find huge mysterious wet places in the house because someone is obsessed with water play. I can not keep any window surface clean. Every morning when I make my bed, I have to sweep out a truckload of crumbs because there is this little girl that likes to eat breakfast in my bed.
And sometimes when I am feeling grumpy , I look up and see the sun hitting on three little princess dresses that my daughter has hung up on her "fish rack" so they are ready to go when she needs to be a Princess.
And it's moments like that when I realize just how very empty my life and my home and my heart would be without her. It's moments like this that I thank God with every fiber in my being, because I love the messes and the glitter, the surprises and smudges. I love that we have a gajillion crazy bits of paper floating about. I love that we have shiny, swirly little dresses at the ready. I love all of these things because they are solid reminders to stop and think and realize what it would mean if they were not here. I love these things in my life because they mean that I am getting every single thing that I ever wanted. I love these things because they come with having a magical, creative, energetic and original human as your daughter.
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