Home.
I came across a picture today from 2012. Three toddlers sitting in a living room. One child sitting in the middle of an entire box of tissues recently emptied and strewn about the floor. Another sitting on top of a coffee table, blanket covering the head, most likely singing a song to herself. The third, smiling proudly as she was no doubt the culprit who not only emptied the tissue box, but also the four other toy bins that were scattering across the living room floor.
I can look at this picture of my three children now and smile... because they are no longer toddlers. They are no longer dumping toys in the middle of the floor and leaving them there. They are not drawing on walls and putting every last little thing into their mouths. They use one Kleenex at a time, and 8 times out of 10 actually throw it away.
I’m glad I took that picture. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t seeing the charm of those little cherubs smiling up at me. I’m sure I was feeling stressed at the mess, inadequate to get all the things done, and just wanting a little less chaos for just a little bit.
As I look at that picture it is a great reminder to me that we can be intentional with our homes with the stage that they are in. Part of my angst at that time is that I was wanting a home that was not a toddler home. I wanted neat and tidy and quiet. Those are generally not words that go along with toddlers. But, if instead, I could see that my home, during that stage, was about keeping them safe and meeting their needs, then I could possibly have been more content with the state of the abode.
Today the purpose of our home looks a bit different. We’ve got teenagers who, instead of dumping toys, dump bookbags. Instead of tossing tissues throughout a room, leave stinky socks. And though I don’t have to hide the sharpies to keep them from scribbling on the walls, I do need to hide my favorite stocking cap or my 12 year old may walk out the door wearing it.