I had to dig back to June ’12, but I found it alright. Here’s what I wrote at the time:
“I know it probably sounds so silly, but I have always dreamed of smudgy handprints, muddy footprints, hidden cheerios, and toys strewn everywhere. I am so thankful and so blessed that they are finally in MY house. I love knowing that someone can walk into our home and know, not only that a little girl lives here, but that she has the freedom to play and enjoy the things she has been provided. I want our house to be that for our children and for others as well.”
Can you zing yourself? Because I totally just did.
In my Living Room post(although, Praise the Lord the toys *have* actually all moved into a bedroom, so I REALLY shouldn’t be complaining anymore) I also added an excerpt from this article: Stingy Out Gets Stingy In
“The truth is, we need a new perspective. It is moments like this that should give us a lot of job satisfaction. These people are enjoying you. They are enjoying your work. But, like a great dinner all laid out on the table, you don’t enjoy it without touching it. A chef would not look at dishes coming back to the kitchen untouched as a sign of success. It would not mean great things about your work. Yet this is what we want from the work we do in our homes.
I’m sure most of you have noticed the magnetic power of what you clean. Clean the bookshelf up, and everyone wants to read. Organize the little toys, and everyone wants to play with the things they have been callously walking on for days. This is a sign that you are succeeding, that your people love your work. Think of it like food, because that is how it is getting used.”
What a breath of fresh air, am I right?
As a stay at home mama, I know I daily fight the battle that I’m not “doing enough”. I didn’t do any cleaning today. We just read books. We didn’t do any structured learning. We ran errands and watched Dora. I never brushed my teeth or changed out of my pajamas….until I got a text that said Jim was on his way home. On and on and on.
So, when I do finally tidy things up, I unrealistically expect them to stay that way. Instead of realizing, my little girl sees her fun toys in a entirely new light. To her, it’s like, WHOA! I’ve never seen these in this basket before! I MUST DUMP THEM NOW. And that is a beautiful, perfect, and good response to the things that she has. Mama just needs to learn to take a deep breath, thank God for that basket full of play food, the little girl who loves to dump it(and the legos, and the princesses, and the little people…) and plop myself down on the floor and sort through it all with her.
For about 3 minutes and 12 seconds before we move on to the next thing.