Just Write {127}

March 18, 2014

The playroom is totally trashed again. Legos seem prone to the floor, all over, like a minefield. What is the Lego table for? I don’t know. To pile bricks on before tossing them to the floor. I told the boys it’s time to do another Big Cleaning and they fussed and whined. We still haven’t done it.

Even though this is what my oldest wrote on the chalkboard right in that same room:



Hey! Practice what you preach, kiddo!

(I can hear God whispering that to me today, too.)

The rules my child wrote seem to cover all the rules for life. We seem to desire clean bodies, our hearts and minds both. It feels best to have no hidden darknesses. We are good-intentioned like that, picking up all the bricks and putting them away, neat and tidy. Not destroying, but building. Not messy, but clean. We want it, but we’re finding ourselves in minefields all the time, anyway.

Just kids in a playroom, distactable and forgetful and human.

There is nothing like motherhood to remind me of my messy humanity. And right now it is Listen To Your Mother season, and Leigh Ann, Kristin and I have the honor of being in the midst of listening to auditions, to stories. These stories vascilate from hilarious to heartbreaking to heartfelt and back and around again, scattering reds and blues and whites all over the stage. They build on each other and the stories start to fit together to make a fluid One. The story of what it means to live the messy humanity and see the beauty of all of it. The necessity of making messes, or finding yourself in messes you don’t even have to take responsibility for, and then working so damn hard to clean up.

There is nothing like hearing these stories, one after another, to remind me that no matter what enormous weights we carry, we move forward, sometimes quickly and sometimes ever so slowly, for love. To give it and give it and give it and get it. To learn surrender and sacrifice and even a little more selflessness. We learn what it means to carry on, trying to keep it clean and not destroy stuff.


This is the 127th installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. {Please see the details here.} I would love to read your freely written words so join me and link up below. You can add the URL of your post at any time. Just be sure it’s a link to your Just Write post, not to your main page, and please don’t link to posts that are not freely written in the spirit of capturing moments–you know, don’t link to how-to posts, lists or sponsored posts. Also, please link back to this post in yours so people know where to go if they’d like to join in.


Amanda March 18, 2014 at 10:45 am

I’ve been thumbing through a book on Detox (diet, spirituality, health). The morsel that I found and that I am keeping with me is the idea that identifying obstacles and challenges as opportunities for improvement. See, I’m really good at holding on to and even wallowing in they whys and hows of things that are wrong. Suddenly instead of walls, it’s new paths.

Now, not sure how well I can apply this to the inexplicable gobs of toothpaste that appear on the ceiling and walls in AND OUT of the bathroom ;)
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Liz March 18, 2014 at 9:22 pm

How funny Heather…I wrote mine before reading this, and mine is all about messes too (literally) and I suppose, really, if I step back and read what came out, figuratively too. Minefield is a good term.
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rebecca@altaredspaces.com March 23, 2014 at 8:03 am

“There is nothing like motherhood to remind me of my messy humanity.” I love this line. I think it’s why motherhood is such a great spiritual practice. St. Francis couldn’t have done better.
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