So what does enjoying the small yet messy things mean? It means relishing in moments as a mother or even as a person that I never would have thought to have before. I means cuddling on a very small couch with your toddler child as they cough and wheeze and hack their way through sickness. It means letting your child get dirty and have fun just because they CAN. Eating chocolate chip cookies on the couch and not worrying about getting it dirty. Watching your child pick up an ant and eat it without cringing . . . because hey the protein is good for them right? Eating ice cream and letting it drip all over without reaching for a wipe. It's hard but the moments are there.
For me it means sitting in the ER for endless hours through croup, pneumonia, throat infections and so much more. To waking up to two out of four of my mothers days with my son vomiting all over me. To laughing at the endless amounts of doctors appoints on my calendar and to looking forward to all of the good days to come in between.
The truth is I'm not about to pretend my life is perfect. I don't take perfect pictures . . . I take them of my son crying, with tears and boogers and all the bad. Because those bad parts make up life as well. Life wouldn't be the same without all that stuff. We can't have constant good. That would be boring, that would be too easy. How would I know how great my life is if I didn't go through the bad? How would I know how awesome my son Seth is if I didn't fight and struggle all the way? I wouldn't. That would be a terrible feeling to lose. Triumph, joy, elation, progress - those words mean nothing without the small, yet very messy things in the middle known to most as "the bad".