There was an epic diaper blowout in the morning and vomit at the dinner table.
And in between, I felt a tender moment.
It happened somewhere between my efforts at feeling like a confident mother as I strolled my slightly feverish 2-year-old (wearing only a shirt and diaper) through errands and fending off dry heaves while being sprinkled with spit-up.
Oh, right, the moment. It was this:
I got to hold my baby, who really isn't one anymore, while he sank into my shoulder, grew heavy and fell asleep. We were in the fabric store, his older brother selecting new flannel to repair his beloved bunny blanket, then telling the clerk: "A yard-and-a-quarter, please!"
It was sublime.
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Also, there was stringy, fumy rubber cement on my fingers at art class and partially digested rodent parts scattered across my basement floor back at home.
Somewhere, between the messes, I witnessed budding artists sweeping brushstrokes into water-color winter landscapes with glossy dried-glue snowflakes.
Later, I watched these artists become biologists as they used plastic tweezers to pick apart the regurgitated bits of a barn owl's supper.
Andrew Wyeth was channeled and mouse skulls were placed next to vertebrae pieces and claws. Masterpieces were attempted and mysteries were solved.
It was amazing.
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There were four loads of laundry, which created a mound atop our bed that I'm sure made Pike's Peak blush a little.
There were mismatched socks in the dozens; tiny wash cloths stuck to the legs of staticky fleece pajamas -- a shameful percentage of our freshly laundered wardrobes for just three day's of wear.
As Nick and I begrudgingly plunged our fingers into the pile and turned clumps of wadded t-shirts into tidy rectangles, we talked.
And between the stages of wretched pile-up and cleared-off quilt, the two of us connected at the day's end while the kiddos were quiet in their beds.
It was peaceful.
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Not a single second of the day was beautiful, but it was good -- so good.
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I beg to differ...there is beauty in the telling!
ReplyDeleteAnd oh, those conversations over laundry! Those make me so happy :)
Oh, your insights make me smile and stir with an encouraged heart. This is what we aim for, isn't it: finding the goodness in the messy, the blessings in the pandemonium.
ReplyDeleteWow, every time I link up with Bigger Picture Moments, I find a blogger I wish I'd known all along. From one homeschooling blogger mama to another, I loved this gross, ugly, good and wonderful post!
ReplyDeleteOh my dear that sounds like the perfect day. Chaos with a smattering of WONDERFUL moments to cherish. Perfection!
ReplyDeleteThe owl pellet link was actually very interesting. Who'd have thought? Did you find them or purchase them? You are one awesome science teacher. I'm hoping to see some pics of those kids with the tweezers discovering hipbones and skulls of tiny prey. And as always, this is a sweet entry showing the patience and fortitude of a godly mama in the trenches with three little kids. Love you.
ReplyDeleteOh, the messes! And, oh, the magic! It sounds perfect!
ReplyDeleteLove the mommy/daddy connection at the end of the day over laundry. That's a whole lot of wonderful!
ReplyDeleteLovely! And it all sounds beautiful to me, as you can just feel the love brimming in these words.
ReplyDeleteAnd then suddenly in the memory, beauty totally emerges out of a day where there was much mess. <3
ReplyDeletewe get through the days by looking for those special moments. the messes glare at us and are easy to see. but the special ones can be glossed over to easily. thanks for the reminder. i just saw one at my home*
ReplyDeletewere the rodent parts from the owl pellets or was that just a bonus? 'cause if it was a bonus i'm thinking your cats are just trying to help you with your science curriculum ;)
ReplyDeletekudos for seeing the sublime in that day!
(and, thank heavens for washing machines)!
Thanks to all of you for the reflections and kind comments. It's just awesome to hear from you!
ReplyDeleteK--Our cats are far too lazy to provide any rodent-catching services. I clean up a lot of their vomit, but never any post-hunt entrails. Worthless vermin...
Yes! What Sarah said, beauty in the telling! How lovely! Not every moment is good but there is good in every moment!
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