I’ve been thinking lately about what motherhood looks like, here in my home and over at yours. I think it was writing my “we’re just moms” post that got me going. :)
Motherhood over here probably looks a lot like it does over there.
Messes, naps, toys, dishes, snuggles, smiles. It’s profoundly normal.
Our family lives in a two-bedroom, minimally updated, 1970s condo that we don’t own. The baby sleeps in our bedroom during the day, and I wheel her into the attached bathroom at night. The boys run laps—and I mean hundreds of laps—around our dining table and across our small living room every, single day. Our patio is just big enough for them to ride perfect little donuts on their bikes when the weather is nice. We eat dinner picnic-style on the patio regularly through the summer. (It saves me from scrubbing the dinner table afterwards.) It’s too hilly to really walk our neighborhood, but we can walk to a neighboring shopping plaza, where practically all the employees know us by name.
It’s a small but beautiful life. I’m so grateful to be living it.
Does yours look about like that?