Of all the things I’ve discovered in the past 11 years of motherhood, I’ve reluctantly come to terms with the fact that I can not micro manage every corner of my house or everything my kids are doing.
Actually, I can not micro manage anything.
PJ’s end up in middle of the playroom and don’t necessarily get put in the hamper. Wet towels pile up on the floor of the bathroom after shower time. I don’t always know if everyone washed their hands before supper. It can take a few days until I get wind of a particular project going on in one of the kids rooms. (Very) often the beds are not made. Oh of course, I have a rule that everyone has to make their bed in the morning. But a rule is only as good as the way it’s implemented.
And I’m not able to implement everything, all the time.
Many times I have to let things go.
And I’ve decided that that’s ok.
Really, it’s all just a juggling game.
We are all jugglers. And if you’re a mom, that takes your juggling to the next level. You add a couple extra hundred balls and up the speed by 500% or so.
But the aim of the game is not just to be a good juggler. It’s to realize that not all my juggling balls are the same.
On the contrary, they are quite opposite. Some of them are glass; the most fragile and delicate type.
And some are made of extremely durable rubber; no matter how hard they fall, they will bounce right back up.
The goal of the game? Don’t confuse which balls are glass and which are rubber.
Myself. My husband. My kids. Each one of them. The smiles on their little faces. The atmosphere in our home. These are my glass balls. These cannot be dropped, no matter the circumstances.
The house. The laundry. Fancy dinners. Matching socks. Sales. Beds that are made up each morning. Clean floors. A clean bathroom mirror. Sinks that don’t have dishes piled up. Walls that don’t have some marker designs. DIY projects and cutesy homemade crafts.
They are all rubber. Every single one of them. If I drop them for an hour, a day, a week, (a year)…I know they will bounce back up. Eventually.
And that truly guides me through each day, as I watch my rubber balls scatter in all directions, further and further from my grasp.
Organized closets? That’s a rubber ball, it’ll bounce back.
Quality family time and not losing my cool? That’s a glass ball. I can not let it drop. It is not worth the price.
Always focus on the glass balls, they’re much harder to repair if they fall.