As I was giving the floors a ridiculously over-due scrub this evening I started thinking about the many times I’ve cleaned them over the years. I thought back to when I was a newlywed and freaked out if I didn’t give them a good cleaning every week. How many times have I stressed myself out over whether or not my floor is clean? Too many.
One of the great things motherhood has helped me with is not sweating the small stuff as much. Actually, sometimes I probably should be a bit more on the ball with cleaning, but I do keep up with the daily cleaning chores pretty well like the dishes. I often ask myself what’s important here- should I spend some time reading Angelo that book he wants me to read (for the 300th time) or should I get something “done”? At times, it really is important that I get something done, but at others it’s just not. I want Angelo to grow up knowing that I will put things that I might think are important aside to spend time with him because after all, it really isn’t that long until he will have a lot of other friends and hobbies to spend his time with. My dirty floors will always be there… waiting for me.