Oh, the mommy guilt that welled up in me when I saw this poem. Guilt that I didn't appreciate the messes. What was wrong with me?? Since that time I've gotten several more of those art projects with that poem and each time I feel the GUILT. Why can't I just say, "Kids I don't care about you destroying every little thing you come in contact with because it's the memories, the wonderful memories that matter!" But I really enjoy some structure, a clean bathroom, a bed that's made, clothing put away in drawers, furniture not covered in food.
As I looked at that Facebook sign, I remembered this view that I see on an almost daily basis as I walk down my hallway. Now if this picture doesn't inspire mothers everywhere to stop and appreciate the preciousness of their teenage daughters, I don't know what will...
Yes indeed, every time I pass it, I stop to cherish this mess and the wonderful child who created it. Not. It's more like I think, what am I doing wrong that after almost 18 years she still can't make her bed and pick up her clothes?!? Can we not even reach the point that she could shut a closet door?
Or how about these scenes? Cherishing the mess is the farthest thing from my mind as I risk a broken leg on the footwear obstacle course exiting the garage.
A surge of love does not spring forth when I turn and see the kitchen after everyone has left for school.
So come on all of you guilty feeling mothers, what messes are you really not going to miss?