Thursday, March 19, 2015

Real (5 minute post)


Real (I guess I had a lot to say! This took 10 minutes)

Wrote this when the kids were in bed, except Hailey practicing her cross stitching.  Blake was fixing our friend’s computer.

 

Real is life.  For example:

I am sitting in an oversized shirt of Blake’s that says “Growing old is mandatory. Growing old is optional.”  Because it is super comfortable and the first shirt I grabbed. No, I don’t have a bra on, thanks for asking.  It is 9:15 pm and it has been a great and long and fun and exhausting day. 

 Real is a white table we painted white as a family, but is now getting all scuffed and messed up because I didn’t put a sealant on it.  And I guess I don’t feel too bad about it because we might just have a great time painting it again.  The scuffed table is semi covered with paint from a paint project the kids did earlier because they had watched tv for 3 (4?) hours this morning.  Because they wake up extremely early and because I slept till 8:30. Because it’s spring break for crying out loud!  And they already watched enough tv this morning, so was trying to keep them busy.  Which is much easier said than done. 

 
Real is finding a half eaten apple in the car that doesn’t look like an apple anymore. Ew, is right.  Real is spilled milk, spilled water, poo and bodily functions, smooshed make up from my five year old.  Real is fighting kids, hitting kids, screaming kids.  Real is busy.  Real is tired!

 
But real is my life and my perfect life.  My friend, Hanna, 19 years old, told me that she sees a lot of moms walking around looking like, “This is my life?”  And I had to smile a little because honestly, I have thought that before.  I used to write papers! I used to have intellectual conversations! I used to take a shower every day and stretch marks weren’t even in my vocabulary!  But I did tell her, yes, we all have those moments, but they are just moments.  They are not every day.  Every day is filled with “Play with me, maw maw”, from William.  “Want to play chess?”, from Spencer. “Let’s make cupcakes.”, From Brooke.  “Will you teach me to cross stitch.”, from Hailey.  These are the moments of perfection that make me forget late nights without sleep, no showers at times, no privacy in the bathroom and my Netflix filled with children’s shows on my profile.  Because I would trade it all for these four little humans who have made my life what it is. Every once in awhile, I will think back on the good old college days and think about what it used to be.  But I don’t want to go back to that. Yes, I love writing and reading and William Wordsworth, the great British poet.  But the happy thing is I can have all those things, as well as my family. I get the best of both worlds.  And this world is one I would never trade. Not for a million hours of sleep or a stretch mark free stomach.
Most recent photo of what I wouldn't trade anything for!

6 comments:

Tara Ulrich said...

Love all the realness in this post!! It is so true! Thanks for being so honest! Visiting from FMF where we are neighbors tonight.

Kelli Moore said...

I so enjoyed this post! Yes, this is real life - and it is the best life (at times). Love your joy and enthusiasm. Blessings to you and yours. Visiting from FMF.

Melinda Hollis said...

Beautiful. I love it. I can even picture the white table. :D

Hugs,
Melinda

Shannon Bibby said...

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this post! It sums up my 'real' world only I have 2 munchkins that scream and fight and the attitude of my almost 10 year old daughter who thinks she is 16 and the orneriness of my 6 year old son that will instigate the fights then look at you with those eyes that make you want to believe he didn't start it. I literally laughed out loud as I read your post! Thank you so much for this!

iwillbloom said...

Beautifully written. Loved it. (Am leaving your blog open to be able to come back and read more! Love how you write!) {A FMF friend}

Heather said...

Thank you all for your responses! I don't know how to reply to each of you individually, so I hope you see this! Tara, it's nice to know we all are living the same kind of crazy.=) Kelli, at times is right, sometimes ahhhhhhh Melinda, I'm glad you like the table. It is now covered with half down crafts (mine! ha) Shannon, the fighting makes me crazy! But those darn chubby cheeks. I will bloom, thank you for that.

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