the view from down here

I can’t remember spending this much time on the floor... ever.

One of the things that I decided early on in my journey toward mommyhood was that I wanted to be the kind of mommy who is not afraid to get dirty with my kids. I want to be a mom who plays “make believe” and wrestles and tickles and runs around in the yard. I want to me a mom who makes up songs and reads stories in funny voices and accents. I want to be a mom who climbs inside the sandbox instead of just watching from nearby. I want to be a mom who finger paints and who says it’s okay to jump in puddles now and then. I want to be a mom who helps out with building forts and takes camping trips in the back yard.

Sure, there’s laundry to get done and dishes in the sink. There’s a shopping list to make and a few cards to write. There’s emails to write and paperwork to do. And getting those things done is important and good (and I will… eventually). But there will always be a list of “to do’s” longer than the hours in my day. So despite those long lists I want to keep perspective.

I want to be a mommy who spends time on the floor... Because I love the view from down here.