I normally hate messiness. I feel much calmer when the laundry is folded, the dishes are washed, and the toys are put away. However, this evening I was relaxing watching Parenthood (a great new show I just discovered), when I looked around and actually enjoyed all of the mess. There were crayons on the floor, bits of paper ripped up, an overturned chair turned into a fort, and a random high-heel in the middle of the living room floor.
Rather than feel anxious or upset, I actually felt happy that I live in such a wonderful home. I'm thankful to have a spirited baby who throws crayons on the floor, rips up paper (why??), and likes to carry shoes around the house. Someone pointed out recently that babies are very similar to puppies in their chosen activities... very true!
So I choose to relax, eat a piece of chocolate and relish in the mess. It's just proof that we're living a happy life, right?? I'm sure I'll feel differently when I wake up in the morning and can't find my shoes as I'm racing out the door, but for now it's ok to be messy. I'm glad I've got someone to mess things up:)
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