Someday

  Stumbling among the blocks and toys on the floor of my house, I slip on my flip-flops and head outside to be greeted by unruly garden beds spilling over into my overgrown sidewalk.

Today is the most perfect summer day that Tennessee ever even dreamed of and I  standing in it, teething baby on my back again, watching my four year old and his dog play in the yard. 

I’m briefly frustrated that I never have time to weed right now, that my efforts to clean only result in things looking less trashed than they could be. 

But I take a deep breath and remind myself that someday I will have a clean house, tidy garden beds, and time to watch a movie in one sitting.

Someday my kitchen counters will stay sparkly, the dishes won’t pile up, and I’ll have less laundry.

My house will be quieter and I’ll maybe drink a cup of coffee without having to hunt for it and reheat it three times before I finish it.

I also won’t have the laughter and shouts of small boys, the pounding of their feet as they embrace life at a run. 

They’ll be in school or away at college or moved out on their own. 

It can be frustrating but the choice seems clear. 

Embrace the life in front of you. Embrace the now. Embraces the lives in front of you, emerging into their true selves, changing every day. 

Someday there will be peace and order.

And I think that someday will make me a little wistful for the chaos that is now.

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