One of these mornings, I will wake up on time. I will stretch and shake off a lovely night’s sleep with a sigh. I will get out of bed with perfect hair, slip into my size four jeans and walk down the hall to awaken my children who have slept in their own beds blissfully through out the night. My husband will have coffee, breakfast and the newspaper waiting. Jack will emerge from his room dressed, with shoes even, and ready for school! We will all go our seperate ways with cheerful goodbyes and kisses… One of the days, I will have it together. Most days are a little different than that, the least of which are those size fours! A girl can dream, can’t she?
I know that perfection is something that can not be attained. There are days where my routines are far from routine, with more bumps and bruises than I can handle. I hope when all the chaos of these days have passed, I won’t remember how overwhelmed I feel. All the daily stress will fall away and I can remember their childhood as our own brand of perfect. Like this field of wildflowers, it was full of weeds, briars, and ant beds- but on the whole, completely beautiful.
