So a text from a friend yesterday got me thinking... it was actually as soon as I replied to her that I really began thinking and I realised that the advice I had given her was sound... though it wasn't advice I had ever taken on myself!
Her text message was something we all think... and that's the simple fact that as parents, our houses are never sparkling... because we have young children running around like whirlwinds all the time. With their sticky fingers touching the tv, chocolate handprints up the stair walls, pencil and pen and crayon drawings artistically and spontaneously displayed on random doors and furniture. As soon as we tidy up one area, they empty the toy box in another. Legos EVERYWHERE...crackers and sandwich crusts under the sofa cushions... the list never ends. My friend's text also included that there were bite marks on the tv table. This made me giggle to myself as I thought of the baby in 'A Series Of Unfortunate Events'.
My reply was something along the lines of the following: "You gotta keep a spare tub of paint to cover up the marks and I got my floors because I was sick of having to get the carpet cleaned. It's normal. You'll miss the sticky tv when they are grown and married and you'll be begging for your grandchildren to come over and mess your home up a little." I then thought of it this way.... "We're LUCKY to have sticky tvs and marked walls. Some people are out there now are wishing that their house could be a little less pristine."
The more and more I thought about this the more it resonated with me and today I looked at my house a little differently. I didn't glance at the pencil on the walls and the clutter... and the things that were just not in their place, with the same exasperation as I did the day before. I felt exactly what I wrote in my reply to my friend. I felt lucky... SO lucky to have these two little terrors, destroying my furniture, walls and my sanity!! A day will come all too soon, and these boys won't live here anymore. My house will be tidy and clean and I know it won't feel the same. I'll miss it.