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I’m picking up the scattered droppings left by her when we
walked in the door after daycare…her emptied backpack, the spring picture she
did with green handprints serving as a background of grass for the construction
paper flowers glued on in crooked lines…her discarded socks still holding the
shape of her little feet.
I would normally be annoyed at the mess I have to pick up,
but today I remind myself that without this mess…
I wouldn’t also have the precious kisses planted on my
face…I would miss the giggles and cries of “more” when I tickle her belly or
pretend to eat her clean piggy toes after her bath…I would never hear her
mispronounced words that I secretly hope she never learns how to say.
If I didn’t have to clean up the mess, yes, I would have
more time to do things I want to do for myself. But then, I would never have
been lucky enough to be a mom to my bonus baby – the one who surprised me and
turned my little ordered world upside down.
STOP.
