Families are messy. There is no getting around it. None of us live in a museum, and that’s a good thing.
My daughter had a lot of clothes, art work, books, computers; my son had abundant electronics, video games, guitars, amplifiers.
But, we could see their floor, they still used bedding, their rooms smelled like their soaps and colognes; busy, but nice.
They both had friends, and abundant sleepovers. I was proud to be the Kool Aid mom of the neighborhood.
We had the whole family here for a long weekend, with all their tablets and smart phones, their favorite foods, movies, games, jokes and stories. It was really sweet.
When they all left, it was once again clean, quiet, and a bit boring.
I’m proud of the adults they have become. I miss the crazy, active, wonderful and messy children that they were.
Note to young parents….Enjoy the mess. It doesn’t last forever, and you will miss it.
One day, you will clean up, and it will stay that way.
And you will cherish the moments when they return with the clutter of their busy lives.