Messes to be thankful for.

Today I clean up another mess, frustrated. I stop. I take a look at my son, alive and well, smiling and laughing that he just ripped apart the entire sandwich and chucked it all over the floor. A canned ham and mayo mess. Everywhere. Ugh. I stop. I hug him and tell him I love him.

I now think. I HAVE a mess to clean, what about all the mothers (and fathers) out there who have no mess. My heart breaks for them. The ones whos child was taken all too soon. Some never heard the first words, saw the first steps, and first day of school, some never made it home. My HEART ACHES for them. This post is for all you parents who have no mess.

I feel guilty for the frustration of the daily and sometimes hourly messes I clean. I want to stop and think. I will. I will be greatful for the cause of the mess. I will stop and think. More. Hug your child, tell them you love them daily. For those of you who can't hug their child, say a prayer and tell them you love them. Blow them kisses, wave to them and I am praying for you.

xoxo

Lucy and her chocolate covered strawberry mess.