There’s a piece of scotch tape on the window, and permanent marker on the wall, hidden behind the well-worn sofa.
Fingerprints “decorate” our doorway and the once-flawless hardwoods, these days, remain coated with smudges, crumbs, spills. You can find a toy in every corner of our modest home, and the bathroom smells of the scent that only a little boy could produce. All the while our laundry basket overfloweth, clothes climbing the wall behind like a healthy vine. My life is messy, But my heart is full. The mess still gets to me sometimes. But not so much. Because now… That tape- it reminds me of the birthday party my kids threw for Nana last year. The boys excitedly decorated with purple balloons and a homemade sign expressing their adoration. That was a great day. The marker stain that even a magic eraser couldn’t heal reminds me that the years are ticking away at a very uncomfortable pace... Two years ago we couldn’t turn our backs on our fearless Little Middle without him destroying something, but now he’s five years old and off to Pre-K. Learning. Growing. Maturing. The fingerprints adorning every glass surface turn my thoughts toward my kids’ personalities- each one distinctly unique. I continue to be in awe of their individual quirks and differences. And as for those hardwoods…? Well, I think the imperfections makes them look homier, don’t you? (wink) You see, I’m beginning to learn how to treasure the imperfections of life and be thankful for I have— instead of all focusing my time, energy and thoughts on what I wish could be instead. For surely there is a woman out there… Longing for tiny fingerprints on her window. A mom, praying for enough food that there would even be crumbs on her floor. A family, wishing their Nana were still around to celebrate another year with a balloon, a homemade sign and a hug. “They” say you don’t always know what you had until it’s gone… But I say: Unless. Unless you slow down, and really take in your surroundings. Unless you take a moment to appreciate something you normally take for granted. Unless you speak the words “Thank You.” To God. To your spouse. To loved ones, and even strangers. It’s a simple, yet life-altering change of perspective. To discover the wonder, the treasure in the mess.
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