There is cheese smushed on my kitchen floor.
Do you know why there is cheese smushed on my kitchen floor?
Because I let my kids eat shredded cheese on the kitchen floor…no plates, no silverware…just straight out of the bag.
Sometimes parenting is just that way.
And sometimes you just need to roll with it so you don’t have a freak out.
Which I almost had today.
But I didn’t.
I keep reminding myself that parenting was never intended to be easy…
or always fun…
or always clean.
Parenting is hard.
Intentional parenting is really hard.
But I want intentional.
I want to do the hard things so that I can one day look back and say, “I didn’t do it perfectly, but I chose to push through. I chose to give myself to the hard work of raising children.”
That’s where it gets hard, doesn’t it? When we choose to serve our children through the mess and the mundane.
There are plenty of days when I want to hide in my room all day and do anything other than clean poop, kiss boo boo’s, intervene during the 500 conflicts a day, make PB & J sandwiches, clean up PB & J sandwiches, play Candy Land, spend time preparing crafts that they only play with for five minutes, etc.
Then I pinch myself out of my funk and thank God for the privilege to clean poop, kiss boo boo’s, intervene during the 500 conflicts a day, make PB & J sandwiches, clean up PB & J sandwiches, play Candy Land, spend time preparing crafts that they only play with for five minutes, etc. I don’t want to lose those moments, because those are the moments that make up a life.
It is in those moments that I am the one to say, “great poo honey, soon you can go on the potty” or “it’s okay that you’re having a hard time going in the potty, you and me babe, we’ll keep working on it until you can do it, and I know you can do it!” I have the opportunity to “heal” a hurt, teach kindness and sharing and selflessness through the conflicts, spread love on every sandwich, give my kiddos the spur of the moment time they crave during different intervals in the day, and be pushed and challenged in selflessness by doing the seemingly monotonous things for my little ones that won’t necessarily remember.
But they do take it in.
And it gets in their little psyches.
And memories are filled.
And home is the place where firsts are made and goals are met and the spirit is nurtured.
So yea, parenting is hard.
Intentional parenting is even harder.
Even on the freak out cheese days.
I wouldn’t give it up for anything.