When mama is sick the house tends to get a little dirtier than normal.
I used to be a very obsessively clean and organized person. Dirty dishes and unfolded laundry caused me anxiety.
Having children has helped me let go of a lot of the need to control every little thing. I learned that I can't control everything and everyone is a lot happier when I let little things go.
As I scraped and scrubbed the dirt and "who knows what" off the shoes from our romp in the park this morning I came to realize...
Memories are made in the muck.
Sometimes getting dirty can be fun. Children don't care how clean and tidy the house is. Having a dirty house and happy kids is well worth it!
Isaac won't recall this past weekend if all his clothes were cleaned and the laundry was put away. They weren't.
He will remember how sopping wet he was and how he didn't stop spraying with the garden hose until the amount of liquid dripping from mommy matched his.
Isaac won't remember how organized and tidy the house was today. It wasn't.
He will remember the park day with his friends, chasing the ducks and birds, watching them take off into the air and water trying to escape his capture.
God is the same way.
He doesn't care how clean my house is. He doesn't care if the dishes get done right away, if the vacuuming gets done daily, weekly or monthly. He only cares that I do well the job he gave me.
God employed me with taking care of these little souls.
Not in hopes that I would keep an immaculate house but that I would help bring them up with love and laughter and memories.
I believe God blesses this,
Our Dirty Love.
