“Daddy, daddy, we had the best day ever!”
“We made strawberry-lemonade slushies”
“Both grandmas came to visit”
“We built the tallest castle”
“Mommy bought the big pretzels”
“I got a cut and I now have a Hulk Band-Aid!”
“And we’re eating bean soup!”
“Today is the best day ever!”
My sons didn’t mind the mounds of laundry I felt guilty for ignoring. They didn’t mind that our house was a mess and the floors were filthy. They didn’t care that dinner was thrown together at the last minute. They were too busy enjoying the moment–the simple things.
It was a perfectly ordinary day. I made slushies in the Vita-mix with overripe lemons and strawberry preserves.
I fixed boo-boos with Hulk Band-Aids.
I help build tall castles.
And I bought the big pretzels.
Nothing amazing or Pinterest worthy. So. Very. Ordinary; yet, seen through the eyes of two four year old boys–it was the greatest day ever. How did I miss this? I suppose I was too busy feeling guilty for all the things I failed to accomplish. Mom guilt, a silly waste of time. I need to don the rose colored glasses of my boys and revel in the ordinary.
My kids do not need crazy complicated activities, crafts, nonstop adventure, or an immaculate house. They need my attention, my love, and apparently big pretzels. Easy.
Today my sweet boys reminded me to pay attention to the simple things and how ordinary life is extraordinary.