lovin' my messy boy

I'm a neat freak. My little guy is messy. He takes after his father...lol. There are times when their messes drive me nuts, and there are other times when I don't mind picking up after them.

Hubby, as much as I love him, is kind of a lost cause. He's always had things done for him so he's sort of set in his ways. I knew this when I married him, so it's not something that we even agrue about. And I must say that he's not too bad, he does hang his towel after his shower, and he'll take his tray to the kitchen after eating.

I've been trying to teach little guy some good clean up manners. He always puts his dirty clothes in the hamper, he'll carry his empty plate to the kitchen, and with great encouragement he will help clean up his toys. But without that direction, his toys are usually scattered about. As neat as I am, this doesn't always bother me. I will often let him play for a period of time, and then we'll take a break for clean up time.

Today, little guy was busy playing with his trains, airplanes, and playing cards while taking breaks for some creative fun at his art table (which he calls his office...lol), and some bites of his scrambled egg breakfast. After some time I looked around and saw all his little messes about the house and you know, I just smiled to myself. I was loving all his little creations everywhere.

So often parents grip and complain about their children. But I'm appreciating my little guy more and more everyday. His little messes are evidence of his presence, and of his tender young age. There will come a day when these little boy messes will not exist, they will be replaced with video games and music. Instead of hearing his dramatic and often loud sounds mimicking trains and airplaines, it may be quiet as he may enjoy more time to himself in his room. I imagine a close relationship with my son even as he gets older, as we are a close knit family. But I know that there will be phases and stages when hanging out with Mom and Dad will not be the cool thing to do.

So for now, I will enjoy it all. The loudness, the mess, the evidence of my little guy about the house. His art table (or office should I say...lol).

His breakfast plate and cup.

His scattered playing cards.

His pile of trains.

His track.

His crazy pillow mountain creations.

Yep, I am the proud mother of one messy, but adorable, loving, funny, creative, beautiful, smart little guy. And even now as I sit here and type, with my home back in order, all tidy and clean, listening to little guy's breath as he sleeps near me, I will not mind his messes. I will hold onto them and appreciate how incredibly blessed I am. :)