A Beautiful Mess
Life is without a doubt, messy.
From creating life, being born to living our everyday lives, it is messy.
Mostly in a good and fun way.
With Instagram and Pinterest all the rage lately, it’s easy to think the ‘other half’ live in a gloriously, perfectly tidy world.
I’m sure there are one or two out there who do manage to live in a mess free world.
When I’ve trodden on the 17th Lego block of the day, spilt my 4th mug of coffee, tried to pull apart the pages of a new book stuck together by spilt juice, picked soggy towels off the bathroom floor and discovered a handful of chocolate coin wrappers under the bed I envy their mess free world.
Yet somehow I find the chaos and mess of our lives comforting.
The innocent doodles on the walls, showcasing their first attempts at art.
The pile of books hidden under the pillow, an indication they didn’t go to sleep straight away.
The hand print on the dresser door which reminds me of when we laid a new floor and how ‘helpful’ the kids were.
The Hammerite paint on the side of the bath, makes me smile when I think of how blasé they were at painting each other silver.
The pile of shoes at the door, flung in every direction as the kids shed any remnant of their school day.
There are 1001 things around the home which just scream ‘kids live here’, stickers on the sofa, crayon on the window and Legos on the fireplace to name a few. Most of these can be swept away in a moment to restore some semblance of order to our chaos, yet there are a few I like to keep around.
For now at least.
They help me remember that even on our messiest days, it’s all a beautiful mess, full of happy memories, laughing kids and relaxed parents.