Priorities

It seems like just yesterday that I was coming home from the hospital with a new baby. The time has really flown by. I can hardly remember that they were ever that small, that tiny, that helpless. Now they are growing up before I can even blink. Genghis is now a smart, funny 5 year old and Miss Stalin is almost 6 months old, trying her hardest to sit up, and rolling over like a pro.

I remember coming home I had all these grand ideas. These grand plans. I was going to learn to be a better cook. Make more pretty and fancy meals. My house was going to be clean all the time. I would never have to worry about that baby crawling around putting unknown substances in their mouth. The laundry would always be done and put away. The list went on and on.

Maybe it has to do with my age. Maybe it has to do with the fact that no matter how hard I try, they won’t slow down in growing up. Maybe it is just because I have learned some things. But my priorities have changed.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment they changed. But I am not the same mom I was when I brought a 5 pound Genghis home from the hospital.

Sure the mountain of laundry still drives me nuts. I notice little nooks and crannies that haven’t been cleaned or dusted in years and it makes me cringe. And the cooking? Lets just say, I have improved but it is a far cry from the gourmet meals I dreamed about.

My priorities shifted. I look at those sweet faces that I would do anything for and I realize that none of that matters to them.

They are not going to grow up and have children of their own and think back with fond memories of how their laundry was always put away in their dressers. They are not going to go on and on about the gourmet meals I made for them. They are not going to remember that the house was spotless and perfectly clean every day. And I don’t want them to.

I want my children to look back on their childhood and remember the sheer joy of roasting marshmallows over a small fire in the back yard. I want them to remember that I always cuddled up with them in bed and read the same favorite book to them night after night. With the same emotion as if we were reading it for the first time.

I want them to remember the impromptu water balloon fight in the yard on a hot summer day. The time spent playing cars, dolls, blocks. I want them to remember that mom always had a fun craft to do together. I want them to laugh over the dance parties we had in the living room. I want them to remember all the hugs, the kisses, the love. And I want them to smile.

So yes, my house could stand a good cleaning. The laundry still sits in the respective baskets waiting to get put away. And dinner tonight will consist of spaghetti with sauce from a jar.

And you know what?

I wouldn’t change a thing.

Priorities.

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Rachel Akers writes about crafts, recipes, and features the adventures of a family of 4. It is always crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world! Comments or questions? Talk to me on Facebook or Twitter or sign up for our RSS feed to have future articles delivered to your feed reader.