I just discovered my wide open fridge door. And I have absolutely no clue how long it’s been open. My brain has been gone since the moment I had children, but there’s more at play here. Dear friend, listen if you will. It’s taken me a week and a half to write this post. I wish I could boast and say it’s because I spent countless hours pouring over the exact words to write and the deep meaning behind my motherhood ramblings. But it’s not. Dear Lord, it’s not.
My world is a world of “half-ways.” It’s a chaotic, never-get-anything-done kind of place. There are some rooms in this house that are just permeant works in progress, and I’ve finally come to accept that as a reality.
At 8 months pregnant, I waddle around my house and sigh. I attempt to start cleaning, or do dishes or accomplish something semi-productive that assists in making my home not look like a disaster zone. I breathlessly begin my task. And then it happens…
A child cries. Something breaks in the other room, followed by a “Uh oh…” The dog scratches at the door. The phone rings. Food spills. I lose my mind, my focus and sometimes my sanity.
So I move on to the next creature that needs my care, forgetting the tasks that linger behind. A couple of hours later I look at the half emptied dishwasher. Crap… now we won’t have clean silverware for dinner and I have to HAND WASH it. I open the laundry room door and ugh! What is that smell?? Oh yeah, those clothes have been in the washer since last night right. Now let me dig through the 5 laundry baskets of clothes to find matching socks for the boys. Well, no one will really see their feet with shoes on, so we’re fine. Mismatched it is. It goes on and on and overwhelmingly on.
Life is full of interruptions. The unexpected’s almost always outweigh the expected’s in our residence. Things are going to be left undone and there’s just no way around it. We can get annoyed and peeved that our good intentions may never come to full fruition, but walking around angry all the time is just gonna stress me out! Here comes the deep part ladies 😉
Let’s look at our day from another point of view. A much shorter and cuter point of view. Your little one looks to you for everything. From food to clothes to kissing boo-boo’s. You are their everything. And Mommy is always the answer. They have plans too ya know. It may not involve bringing order to the chaos, but they’re still very important and real. And when things don’t go according to their plans, who do they turn to? You. And many times you are the interruption that disrupts their moment…
“Mommy no! Don’t clean up my hot tub!”
I’m sorry. I didn’t know we had a hot tub in our playroom… My bad.
We and our babies are a lot alike, besides existing within the same family and all. But these precious ones have the divine ability to see interruptions as a good thing. When mommy comes in and plays with them instead of cleaning, that’s a good thing. When we decide to stop at the park instead of going to the store, that’s a good thing. When we read one more story when we should all be hitting the hay, that’s a good thing. Like us parents, they have their bad reactions to interruptions too, but in general I’d say kids just know how to live life a lot better than adults do. They know how to make life fun.
I’m learning to embrace the middle. This land where perfection doesn’t exist, but laughter and joy do. Where imperfect homes and families are a symbol of real life with real life interrupptions. Where we have the freedom to live life as its meant to be lived, with open hands. Because God will always have a better plan for my day than I will. He knows where the hidden gems of authentic goodness exist. And while our perspective may deem this middle ground as a wishy washy, unpredictable place, Jesus calls it love. He calls it finding Him and His beauty in everything, including the things we don’t plan for.
So next time I see my fridge door wide open (because I know it will happen again and probably soon), I hope to hear myself say, “Bless it.” I will smile and move on.
Because, hey… I’ve got lots of half-way-completed things to do today.
Thank you middle ground. You’ve been embraced.