“A woman’s life is nine parts mess to one part magic…….” G. Martin
I found the above quote this morning and really liked it. It speaks true for me as a mom right now (um. for the last 15 years, actually). I own my 90% messy days, these days with just enough magic (10%) to make it all worth while, thank the Lord. He makes everything beautiful. Bring on the day.
The laundry sat there all morning and it’s still sitting there now. Sarah’s hair was a mess. But she was smiling, wearing clean clothes and deliciously cuter than anything.
Seth and Sarah are learning to play together independently without needing supervision and that’s magic.
But the things they find to do are sometimes messy.
Who polished your pretty toes, Sarah?
The dishwasher is broken and there are a ton of dirty fiesta dishes on the counter but when we looked at the bright blue sky I said I don’t care; let’s go.
Sarah and Seth walked with me to see our gardening friend down the road. He cut them sunflowers. Magic.
They broke their heads off on the way home. Mess.
We put them in teacups anyway. Magic.
I didn’t plan to take a single photo today, I didn’t want to be distracted from this real-life messy morning. But the magic parts beckoned and out came the camera.
Oh yes, it’s been a one of those ordinary mornings home with toddlers. messy. but magical.
Right now I wouldn’t wish to be any other place in the world. But if you ask me that again in five hours I may answer differently.