Full
My life is chaos.
It’s full to the brim with fat little feet slapping on hardwood floors, with bickering over whose unicorn gets to be the mommy this time, with moods, with runny noses, with splattered paint and crocodile tears. It’s full of crossed arms and defiant glares and tattle-taling.
It’s full of loud noises and ‘I wants’ and overstimulations.
It’s full of saying the same thing on repeat for all eternity.
It’s full of the ‘but whys’ and the “mom mom mom mom moms.”
My life is terribly full– overwhelmingly full.
It’s full of warm bodies piling into an overly stuffed king-sized bed.
It’s full of kisses on the forehead and ‘I love yous’ and clasped hands swallowed in mine.
It’s full of driving to the next adventure, music blasting, tiny voices singing out in an incessant quest of finding oneself.
It’s full of scraped knees and bandages and snot rubbed on my shoulder from consoling after bicycle crashes.
It’s full of ball-playing, bike-jumping, frog-catching boyhood.
It’s full of ‘one more story’ and dancing in the kitchen and ’I don’t want to clean my rooms.'
It’s full of shining eyes, shining hearts at watching them capture their dreams in a jar.
My life is terribly full— wonderfully full.
Yes, my life is fuller than I could have ever Imagined. Sometimes the days stretch in unending swathes of whining and crying and exhaustion–Others they fly past in a blur of colorful laughter. Being a parent is the most challenging, rewarding undertaking of all.
My life is Chaos,
And I wouldn’t change a thing.