Spilled Milk

When I was a little girl I used to spill my milk quite often. All I really remember is that my dad would get mad and I would cry. (Yes, I have been known to cry over spilled milk!) My older sister could never understand how it kept happening, and being nearly six years older, grew quite impatient with it all. Though inconvenient and a "mess," it was still relatively easy to clean up. Now she and I laugh as we remember it, but I don't remember anything funny about it at the time.

If you're at home with children of nearly any age, it may seem as if all you do all day is clean up spills and messes. When they are little, there are the countless diaper changes, food messes, crafty messes, laundry messes and outdoor messes. The dishes and laundry are never "done." It is all a part of raising children. Make no mistake about it though… we are richly rewarded with sticky kisses, smudgy hugs, sweet smiles and softly spoken "I love you"s that we wouldn't trade for the world!

A friend of mine had about a fourth of a gallon of paint spill in the back seat of her car today. A mess? Absolutely! Stressful?  Just a bit! Just like my milk spills and the universal clean-ups that only a mother could stomach, it could still be cleaned up. There are products to help wash and clean and remove and freshen. Obviously, all the paint on the surface was cleaned up immediately. Just as likely, however, is that some seeped behind the seat and is virtually beyond reach to be completely cleaned out.  Though entirely inconvenient, another memory has been made in the midst of her labor of love and we are reminded that there is nothing "perfect" in life. One of her favorite phrases is, "This too shall pass." Indeed it will.

The truth is, we all have messy lives.  In spite of the sippy cups, there are still spills, and no matter how planned out we think our days are, or how careful we are, we can never predict what will come our way through the people and circumstances  that cross our paths. Yucky stuff that does not belong can seep beyond the surface and forever color places we cannot see. The messes that we meet all along life's way can be inconvenient and stressful, or even discouraging or painful. So we laugh or we cry, we  gather our friends and ourselves, cling to our faith, and recount our gratitude.

Here's to Living in Life's Everyday Messes!


About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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2 Responses to Spilled Milk

  1. Jessica Shaw says:

    Debbie, thanks so much for sharing this. I do read your blog often, but today this really is helping me out. It’s really stressful being a mom of a toddler, and you remind that “it will pass” and that even the times that are so hectic and stressful will soon enough just be memories that we can look back and smile on as just a phase of life.

  2. mt23stamper says:

    The milk and the meat of the Word.
    Thanks for sharing.

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