A Holy Mess
Over the weekend we hosted a Halloween party for Jacob and Jessica’s classmates. As you can see, eating lots of sugary treats and making crafts that involve glue with first through fourth graders can lead to a lot of mess!
When I was a child, my mom hated mess. In our world everything had a place and everything should be in that place (something I have rebelled against my entire adult life). I heard my bedroom referred to as a “Holy Mess!” more times than I can count, and I always hated it. The kind of mess in this picture would make her go bananas.
I’ve come to see mess differently as an adult. I don’t mind it. In fact, I think it’s part of the process. I see my messy teenage bedroom as evidence of budding independence and age-appropriate rebellion. I see the messy living room that I’m sitting in as evidence of time spent with family, loving our children, and not worrying about the little things. And I see the mess in this photo, this “Holy Mess,” as evidence of creativity, friendship, and celebration. A holy mess indeed!
I have a newfound love for my disheveled blinds, destroyed by my one-year old;s curiosity to see whats outside.