Children Grow Up.

                

I recently put this poem on my fridge...

The cleaning and scrubbing

Can wait til tomorrow

,But children grow up

As I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs;

Dust go to sleep

I'm rocking my baby

And babies don't keep.

I read it every time I go in the kitchen and it is a constant reminder of what is important...my children. As much as I love my children I have a tendency to get caught up in my to-do list and house hold cleaning. I love a clean house and could spend all day washing floors and organizing. It's hard for me to stop my constant run around and relax with my kids. I hate to admit it but I rarely get on the ground and laugh and play with them. I realized about a month ago that I went a whole day without holding a meaningful conversation with Scarlett or Alice. I went to bed that night feeling an awful pit in my stomach knowing that I had become a "task master".  I was reminded again today that my joy comes from spending time with my children and husband not from a tidy home. My happiest moments are in letting them make messes and memories and in enjoying their sweet childhood with them. I adore my children and adore even more that they are little and sweet. Having all of my children home with me during the day is precious and I love it.

I threw away and deleted all resolutions that I had written this year and decided on only one

To stop, to sit, and to play

I am hoping by the beginning of next year that putting play before cleaning with a seamless thought and action.