I was trying to feed the missionaries, attend scout camp, host play group, make healthy diet worthy dinners, clean my house, make jam...etc.
James wanted to play catch with me. I didn't have time. And I was annoyed he was interrupting me and asking.
Lame, I know.
A day went by that I barely took one minute to talk to and enjoy him or my squealing baby (yes did I mention baby Dave lets out a high pitched squeal all day long to entertain himself these days? Very pleasant).
Then I remembered. Jam is for kids. Dinner is for family. Clean houses are for playing in. All the things I was stressing out over are not my goals. They are the setting. They make up the stage and props with which our family life happens. They are what should be the pleasant background to what is actually important. They are not worth stressing out over.
What an apt way to view my messy home! I've been doing the exact same thing. After moving into our new place, I have been committing so much effort into keeping things as sparkling as when we moved in. I've been breaking so many of my own rules about messes being fun. When Yvie was little(r) I welcomed the messes, because it meant she was learning through experiences, and that I was spending more time with her than the mop. Thank you for reminding me of that!
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