I just finished reading (well listening) to the Magnolia Story by Chip and Joanna Gaines.
A couple weeks ago I had someone tell me that I should really read it. They thought I should read it more to hear how Chip got his start with flipping houses. It was a great book and I loved hearing their story but there was something about that book in the later chapters that made me really sad.
It didn’t have anything to do with their story about how their success came to be or how they started flipping houses, It was a chapter where Joanna was talking to mothers of young children. She was talking to ME. She was sharing about how early on in their success when she had small children she worked so hard to have a perfect house. She would get upset if her kids would make a mess or spill something because it took away from the beauty she was trying to create. She would quickly make them clean up their toys soon after making a mess and was a slave to this idea of everything always looking perfect. As a result she was stressed out and didn’t take the time to enjoy the fun messy life that comes with having small children.
I started to think about how she was pretty much describing me. I LOVE a clean and beautiful house and I don’t think that there is anything wrong with that but, it often stresses me out and makes me frustrated about things that not are not a big deal. My boys are having fun and making memories. I am robbing them of that when I am constantly making a big deal about their books or toys being all over the place. I often feel like all I do all day is clean up. Instead I should be taking that time to make fun memories.
I decided yesterday that I was gonna make conscience effort to not be so uptight about it. Don’t get me wrong I will always love a clean house its just who I am but, I don’t want to miss out on memories with my boys because I am stressed about having a perfect looking house. I thought of the messiest thing I could do with Hudson that I knew he would love and it was to let him make a cake BY HIMSELF. Not with me their trying to stir something or add something so he didn’t make a huge mess. So I helped with measurements and with the oven but other then that I let him have fun and do it. HE LOVED IT and so did I. He really didn’t even make a big mess lol.
I am thankful that someone told me to read that book. It may not have been for the purpose of which I most related but it was just what I needed to hear. If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend it!