Legos. So many legos. I find them in the carpet, I step on them in the closet. I spy them in the bathroom.
The bathroom?
Seriously, I am surrounded by legos. And playdoh. And cars and trucks and toys toys toys! Just imagine a large army of tiny people invaded my house and took every play thing out of its container and stashed it away to be found later. I pick everything up in one room, and in the meantime, my toddlers and older kids have created a war-zone down the hall. It’s frustrating. It’s maddening. But it’s also sheer genius. Think about it. They make a mess and distract me…I spend all this time cleaning one area only to find another mess. It’s a mind game that they are winning. This is quite the warfare tactic. Someone should hire my children to train our armed forces on these sneaky tactics of attack. Hide the weapons in the most unlikely of places, ensuring that the enemy (me!!) will discover it at the most unlikely and most unwelcome of times. Like finding legos in the bathroom.
This morning I was taking a moment in the bathroom. And I literally do mean taking a moment. Both toddlers were sleeping and my oldest was doing his math at the kitchen table. I stole a moment in the bathroom to just breathe. And refocus. And find an appreciation for my crazy-hectic life. Because if we’re honest, moms love our life but often just need a reminder of how much we love it every now and then. So, yes, I was taking a moment.
And in that moment I was looking around the bathroom and noticed all that was wrong with it. Like the dust on the baseboard heater. And the toothpaste splatter on the mirror. And the legos. I have no idea why there are legos in the bathroom. No one has been building spaceships or lego robots in there that I know of. And I’m pretty sure legos are not necessary to perform the regular bathroom functions. And yet there they were…a pile of legos in the bathroom.
There is nothing profound about having legos in the bathroom. Nothing I am going to use as a sermon illustration or center around a series of self help books. The only reason I am writing about it is because I want all the other mommas (and dads!) out there to know that I have legos in my bathroom. And that’s ok. Seriously, it’s ok that I have toys in the bathroom and trucks in the living room and schoolbooks on the table. WE LIVE HERE. So often I find myself upset that my house is under attack by this tiny army. I stress about people coming over unannounced for fear of what they will think of my home. I needed to see those legos because I needed the reminder. It’s ok to live here. This isn’t a museum. It’s a home. A home is where people live. Things are to be touched and played with, not starred at from behind a glass wall.
I promise you, I will never not care about how clean my home is. I will always obsess over clean floors. And I will always hate toothpaste splatter on the mirror. I don’t want to live in a dirty home. I just want to live.in.a.home.
I took those legos and put them away. I asked the kids to do their chores and put away toys and pick up dirty laundry. Living is learning. Learning to live neat and clean. But the next time I step on a lego and am reminded of the tiny army that lives in my house, I want to remember that they LIVE in this HOME and that’s a miraculous wonderful thing.