Motherly

My heart has been filled to overflowing while watching my girl nurture and love. I know these days won't last forever and I'm sucking the marrow from each one...these days in which life is full and rich and good.

It's also busy and chaotic and tiring and I have a good bit of laundry to do. There are dried milk splatters in unexpected places. There are half read books lying around. There's mold growing in my shower. And ironing piled up half a mile high (well, maybe only a yard high). And expired eggs in my fridge.

And while those are my weaknesses in the domestic world, the real issue lies in my heart, in my pride. That pride that I don't even realize is there. It's easy to justify as "I'm only trying to be a good wife and mother." When really I know in my heart of hearts that having an empty ironing basket, a fridge full of fresh produce, and not a single dirty garment in my home means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. It's a hard realization.

While I deal with this pride issue of wanting-everything-in-perfect-order-all-the-stinkin'-time, I will take great delight in the little girl my child is becoming, in the way she nurtures her dollie, and nurtures my soul. I don't want to forget these days or waste them away keeping up with the laundry. Can you blame me?