Anyhow, on her last post she talked about how there are so many things in our lives that are imperfectly beautiful. Like our homes, as much as we want them to be perfectly clean and lovely, that's more of a house, not a home.
I remember when I lived in California, I had this friend and at her house there were two kitchens, one inside the house that was immaculate and beautiful, and then there was one in the garage that they actually used. Really weird. While the house was beautiful, it was so uninviting, you didn't dare touch anything. What a fun childhood those kids must of had eating all their dinners in the garage so they didn't mess up the real kitchen.
So I am learning to let go a little and let my kids have fun and make messes, and ya know what, we are all happier because of it. My kids are having fun and I'm not cleaning all the time. I still have a long ways to go, but slowly I'm getting there.