The purpose of our homes is to be a Sanctuary. We want to be able to open our doors and feel our blood pressure drop. I don’t know about you, but my home for a “longish” while ceased to be that for me. In my efforts to figure out what a Home should be, I kinda hit both Ditches. When I was newly married, I was Obsessed with Cleanliness. Tidiness and Organization. I was going to BE Martha Stewart’s nemesis dang it. I was going to show HER what’s up. I was Strung Out and Anxious. Tighter than a Fiddle String. Then I looked at my Kids and I had this Epiphany. They Don’t Care. But they do Need Me. So I let it all go. The laundry piled up and the dust. The cat litter box overflowed. I hugged my kids a lot and was present. I finally felt like a Good Mom. But I also felt like a Lousy Housekeeper. I was Embarrassed of my Home. The messier it got the more overwhelmed I felt.
So now, it is about Balance. That Fine Line. The Tight Rope Walk. I tune into my Feelings. When my Home is where it needs to be for my comfort level I also am a Good Mom. I feel like my kids have a Home they can be proud of too. Also when all else fails, there’s nothing to make a home look better faster than Lamp Light. Tulips by the Sink. And Jazz floating gently in the air. Mingled with a Mild Amount of Dust. And tinkly Daughter Laughter. That’s Utopia to Me. Thank You Life. I Love You.
