I tripped over something. I looked down at my feet to see an empty container, a toy dinosaur and thousands….no….millions (as my daughter would say) of sparkles on the floor.
No one told me about glitter before I became a parent. How evil it is. How it never, ever really goes away, no matter how much you clean.
No one told me how normal it would be to trip over random stuff. Every. Single. Day.
No one told me about the weird places I would find toys: in my shoe, in the washing machine and Lego pieces in my bed. How on earth did Lego get into my bed!
No one told me how I would smile either. Or how interesting I would find the remnants of my children’s play.
No one told me how I would wonder at what my children must have been thinking when I find toys all lined up in a row.
No one told me how watching my children play would help me to see the world in such a fascinating way. My youngest is only two, however he has a brilliant imagination. He is always playing different things.
Kids think outside the box. They imagine and create. They can’t help but bring the bright side to life.
There’s a type of chaos of living our family that I’ve learned to embrace. I still don’t like glitter. And, YES, sometimes (maybe even a lot of times) I long for a home that isn’t littered by toys, and craft projects. But I remind myself that I’ll look back on these times, and miss finding that random toy in my handbag. I choose to embrace the crazy. I choose to smile at the shenanigans. At this moment I choose to think just a little more like a kid.