Life is messy
My past few weeks have been filled with alot of dirt. My two year old son’s favorite place is covering himself in dirt… Whether we are at the park, the baseball field, at home… he sits in it, pours it on himself, puts all his tractors in it, eats it, and throws it (we are trying to kick that habit). He could sit for hours and be having the time of his life. I keep telling myself that he’s just getting ready for baseball… But all in all I could be pretty stressed out or spend all my time trying to keep him clean. But I have realized, I have to let him be who he is and part of that is expressing himself through his love of dirt, tractors, and everything dirty. I can’t focus on the excessive loads of laundry I am doing weekly or how I have to figure out how to give him a bath with a newborn or how we don’t make it through a whole day in the same outfit (usually half the day is spent in just a diaper). What I can focus on is his joy, his exploring, and him just being a BOY! I don’t want to live my life stifling the boy he wants to be because I want him to be a certain way. And I want to enjoy life with him. Seeing life through the eyes of a child is such a gift! Take it in my friends. Today is a gift. And time flies. Now that we have two kids, I barely blink and she is already 2 months. I realized this the other day as I was doing dishes that I needed to stop and just be in the giggles and the joy of the moment with my family. Dishes can wait. Laundry can wait. So I have a messy house and a messy life, but I would rather my life be filled with those special moments, filled with people, filled with love, and filled with joy. I am not going to win a Joanna Gaines award but I hope my children and my husband remember the moments and the experiences we had together as a family. And I don’t just want to be a busy “Martha” mom, I want to be a “Mary” in the moment taking it all in. There is a time and a place to clean up all the messes around us, but sometimes we just have to laugh, throw in the towel, and start a tickle fight with our kids. 
That’s all dirt!
