Amidst the stress in life, I really tend to lose perspective. So I wanted to take some time to really see what I would be missing if the things that cause strain and irritation to me were not a part of my life.
My little "superman" wouldn't come up to me and say, "Look at my muscles, Mom." Or, "Come play baseball with me." I think I can overlook these things making me trip on my kitchen floor.
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My nice table full of library books and "drawings" and food everywhere. But then I wouldn't have the little girl coming up to me with her blankie and want to snuggle and have story time with one of those books.
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My family room has been taken over by toys galore and messes that I didn't make but am forced to clean. But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of make believe tea parties or playing "baby and mommy" where I'm the mommy. I do that everyday, why would I want to pretend to be mommy? :)
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Ah yes, the crushed pretzel beneath my shoe. But I wouldn't get my little boy asking if he could share his pretzels with his sister, is that ok?
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The bathroom sink cluttered with numerous toothbrushes, toothpaste (not always in the tube, yuck) and Tylenol. But then I would miss out on, "Mommy, are my teeth all shiny?"
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My husband's pile of clothes, not mine, like I don't have enough to do around here. But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of having someone to share my life with who fills those clothes.
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Also, his untucked side of the bed!!!!! But then I wouldn't have someone to hold at night, or give me hugs when I'm crying or rub my back!
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The plethora of junk invading my "mater suite". It's not so sweet.
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And why is there Spackling on the top of the computer desk, next to the nice pile of bills that need to be filed? But then I wouldn't have the roof over my head.
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So I COULD have a perfectly clean home, no one demanding of me ALL DAY LONG and time to myself.... but then what would I have? I prefer and am so thankful to God for answering the prayer that I prayed as a little girl: "Please give me a husband that loves You and children so I can be called MOMMY!" There are no other treasures such as that honor.