Finding Joy in the Ordinary
My kitchen will never look the same again.
A mischievous grin spread across Little Man’s face as he sat in the midst of a floor littered with pots and pans.
“Ah ha,” the grin said. “I made more work for Mommy.”
It may be more work, but I’ll gladly do it. All for the joy that comes first from Christ, but then the happiness I can claim that my little ones bring to me.
It’s exhausting, this thing called parenting, but worth it. Oh so worth it.
From the piles of laundry to the dust collecting on the baseboards.
From the never-ending pile of dishes to the unmade beds.
From the sleepless nights to the soothing cuddles.
From the cough that wakes the house to the contagious giggles that spread like butter on bread.
From the sibling rivalry fighting over one toy that they’ll both forget in less than a minute to the sweet sibling hugs and shared laughs.
It’s easy to muddle through the mundane, but down in the depths of the mundane, is joy, happiness, and love.