Every chapter of life tells a story in a home. When it was babies, instead of a lunch basket in the refrigerator, we had a diapers and wipes basket under the coffee table. Now, we have a container of sharpened pencils.
My youngest is nine years old. He’s halfway though ’till you know what. And my other two have already passed the half way mark. I want them to learn to put their shoes away but, I also know that one day I will miss their messiness.
This home is here to serve us. To teach us. I don’t want to lose out on embracing each season of their childhood. I hope I can recognize it and revel in it.
It is a sweet time.
“We’ve had bad luck with our kids – they’ve all grown up” ~Christopher Morley
Be sure to visit the other 31 dayers::Life With My 3 Boybarians, Reluctant Entertainer, The Inspired Room, Remodeling This Life, Chatting at the Sky, Balancing Beauty and Bedlam, My First Kitchen, over the next 31 days. Want to read all the Less Messy Nests posts? Click here.
This post was included at my sister’s 31 Days of Grace Linky party today. And I used too many words but that’s grace, right?