Where is the life of my home......?
Well, for our house, it would have to be mommy and daddy's bedroom. I have been begging and pleading with myself and Ryan too to make this a pretty place.
In this room, hang no curtains. This room has an old coat of blah paint accented with lil boys' fingerprints and my least favorite old, plain woodtrim. In this room, the carpet is stained with popsickle juice but you'd never even know that due to the heap of laundry that blankets the area! The bed is never made, baskets of laundry gather here-some dresser drawers are closed (my husband's) and most are open with clothes hanging out or even our cat nestled down within. It's a sight to behold, TRUST ME!
I have been begging myself and Ryan too to make this a pretty place.
As I step back and look again at this room; IT IS A PRETTY PLACE it's more than pretty--I was awakened here....I can't believe I just said that! As I sit here typing, tears are flowing down my cheeks in shame--I've been looking at this all too wrong.
This room is the room that fastens my family together. This bedroom is our nest. I can remember this place before our children....I remember crawling on the then, so tidy floor, thinking I was going into labor but not so sure as Ryan counted the minutes between my contractions. I can remember bringing home our firstborn son to this room --it was my safety place to go to nurse him. I remember crying tears of joy and worry when I brought my secondborn into this room 14 months later not so sure how I was gonna pull this mommy of two thing off.
Yes, it may not be photographed anytime soon for master bedroom of the year, but we craft memories here. We experience disagreements, agreements, and daily routine here. Our almost four year old tiptoes here most nights at 2 am because he loves it so much. Whether we are all four cuddled under the covers watching Spongebob pleading for more room and shouting for more covers or whether we're eating breakfast in bed waiting for mommy or daddy to get the next family member dressed, this is the eye of our home. Sick kids are whisked off to bed here, diapers are changed here, mommies makeup and hairbands can be found in every crevice and cranny and let me add my wedding ring was even lost in this room for TWO LONG WEEKS.
Most mornings we rush like a whirlwind in and out of this dwelling without any regard to what the day will hold. Today, and from here on, may I look at this room as a family masterpiece painted by young artists waiting to fill every nook of the canvas. Celebrate!
