Sometimes I have the wrong perspective. Okay, most of the time I have the wrong perspective. I see the evidence but I forget to look past that and at the ones who left it behind. It instantly changed my gripping to gratitude. Kids were here has become my phrase. I repeat it as I trip over Lego. I say it out loud as I step in gum. It brings my focus to what really matters. They are here and they are wonderful. And because kids were here I have beautiful messes all over the house.
As it turns out, it also works out pretty good to say “the husband was here.” Just in case you ever trip over size 12 work boots.