This is one of my all-time favorite photos. It was taken in November 2011. The little boy was five. I love hanging out with five year olds.
I remember snapping the photo because I thought it was funny. The mess of invention and creation and play abounds, and there he is with a stack of books. The mess didn’t keep him from relaxing.
I used to spend a lot of time worrying about keeping a clean house. If you live with four children, you know this is a waste of time.
Now they are big kids and the house stays tidy for days on end because they are only here to eat, shower, sleep, eat (more), and shower (again).
I”m glad I snapped this picture, even though I thought I should be embarrassed by the mess. Looking back, now that I’m older and miss living with little kids, I know it’s not worth being embarrassed by that mess.
The mess is beautiful.
The mess is glorious.
The mess is evidence that we lived in a way that let them be little.
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