Glitter on the Floor

I tripped over something. I looked down at my feet to see an empty container, a toy dinosaur and thousands….no….millions (as my kids would say) of sparkles on the carpet.

No one told me about glitter before I became a parent. How evil it is. How it never, ever really goes away, no matter how much you clean.

No one told me how normal it would be to trip over random stuff. Every. Single. Day.

No one told me about the weird places I would find toys: in my shoe, in the dishwasher, in the fridge. Why is there a Lego figurine in the fridge?

No one told me how I would smile either. Or how interesting I would find the remnants of my children’s play.

No one told me how I would wonder at what my children must have been thinking when I find toys all lined up in a row.

No one told me how watching my children play would help me to see the world in such a fascinating way.

Kids think outside the box. They imagine and create. They can’t help but bring the bright side to life.

Let me show you what I mean.

I found this set up outside. I chuckled and wondered at the conversation Obi-Wan and Jar Jar Binks might be having. 

Having a cup of tea next to a car-eating dragon is so normal. Seriously.

Folding the washing next some sort of Barbie school. Again, a very normal occurrence.

I jumped in the car one day to find these stickers on the steering wheel. It made me laugh, and I left them there because seeing them every day made me happy.

Obviously, a very important meeting was going on after breakfast this particular morning.

Finding this on the coffee table in the living room made me ridiculously happy, and I’m not sure why.

Don’t touch it-a!

A flower from the garden: a parasol for a doll. Of course!

There’s a type of chaos of living in a family of six that I’ve learned to embrace. I still don’t like glitter. And, YES, sometimes (maybe even a lot of times) I long for a home that isn’t littered by toys, and craft projects. But I remind myself that I’ll look back on these times, and miss finding that random toy in my handbag. I choose to embrace the crazy. I choose to smile at the shenanigans. I choose to think just a little more like a kid.

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