The number one reason I yell at my kids is mess. They generate mess at a fascinating rate and it infuriates me. I seem to spend all day, every day cleaning up after them. Today, I paused. I looked around with a fresh eye, and for a minute I didn’t see the mess at all. I saw joy. The blocks all over the floor held hours and hours of my son’s learning and success. The dress-ups strewn all over the carpet carried my toddler’s giggles and fairy princess dreams. The books, haphazardly stacked in the corner housed cuddles and quiet time, fast running out as my nine year old steamrolls towards adolescence. Today I didn’t yell. Today I giggled and cuddled and reveled in the fleeting childhood of my three amazing children. Dishes can wait.

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