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| Now I find reminders of my inability to find a place for everything- even egg carton creatures! |
We had another home school family over for the day. It's great when you meet people who you can just hang out with. While the kids (all 7 of them) played (very well) the moms chit chatted about home school, church, cooking, home decor... I apologized continually for my lack of "perfect nestiness" and my getting sorted while she was over. I was a little distracted because I felt that I should have had the chocolate-banana-coconut-walnut (exhale) bread baked before they arrived. I was initially thrown because I wanted to have the fruit washed and set out in my white matching trays. I was a bit off put because I wanted the croissant sandwich station to be sorted and plated before the kidlets were hungry. So I apologized, heart sinking and disappointments lingering.
I asked my friend why I couldn't be like The Nester or the Pioneer Woman or any other perfectly held together bloggy mom on the planet. Why do I have stacks of stuff, piles of papers, and baskets of crafts laying about. Why can't things find a home in my home. I felt like a two year old throwing a tantrum...Why? NO FAIR! HMMM!
So the grace fell out of her mouth and drifted on to my heart. She reminded me of the baby that still cried for me, the other 3 that can't be left out of sight and the banana bread that shared a little of itself through my oven vent. She gave me permission to live in a little chaos- for now. I needed that. Thank you Ms. S!
