I’m so excited to introduce you to today’s featured blogger! Kimberly from Reflections of Now is a fellow mom of all boys. Not only does she live a testosterone filled life like me, but she and I both started this motherhood gig pretty early in life. Not every mom blogger out there gets that, but she does. I think that’s one of the reasons I love her so much. She’s got four handsome little men, a beautiful blog, and a design business. Whew! Every visit to her space in the blogosphere leaves me wanting more. She has a way with words that pulls in you in and makes you feel like you’re right there with her. You’ll see what I mean.
It’s lit just enough so that I can see their eyelids tightly closed and their chests rise and fall with each slow breath that they take.
They’re asleep. Finally.
I stand up and start to make my way out of their room.
My foot gets caught in a blanket that was left over from our superhero training earlier that afternoon.
I shake it off and continue walking. My toe jams into something hard and I hold my breath in pain. I look down to see the large rubbermaid tote full of trains. It must not have been put away after our train and tunnel building-fest earlier.
I finally reach the stairs and go to take a step down. My foot slips beneath me and I notice a sock has been left there, with 3 more beneath it. I smirk as I recall our silly stories played out during our puppet show.
I walk over to the couch, ready to sink into the comfortable cushions after a long and tiresome day, but it seems to be buried under a pile of pillows, blankets, and oversized towels. As I pick each one up and refold it, I laugh to myself, replaying the kids’ laughter and giggles as we told scary and silly stories in our fort after nap time.
I head into the kitchen to get a glass of water but am distracted by the overflowing sink. I wonder how in the world we could have accumulated so many dishes in one day, but quickly remember that we made cupcakes, indulged in ice cream sundaes, and started our own marching band using our favorite pots, pans, spatulas, and wire whisks.
The floor beneath my feet crunches, as I step on Cheerios, Fruit Loops, and Apple Jacks. I am disgusted at first, then picture my children stretching their minds as they counted and sorted the colors and shapes that morning.
Yes, our house is a mess.
It is loud. Things are out of place. Toys are strewn about. Rooms aren’t always tidy and cleaned up.
But our hearts are full, bursting at the seams with love, smiles, hugs, and kisses.
We spend our days making memories, building our relationships, solidifying our bonds.
We laugh. We talk. We joke. We play.
We explore. Imagine. Dream. And believe.
So the toys, the laundry, the dust, and the disorganization can wait.
I have a family to raise and children to love on.
And that means so much more than “clean”.
See? Don’t you love her?