One of the best memories I have of my mom is that she would take the time to let me “help” make her king size bed. Of course that meant I wound up under the sheets while she made it. Up go the sheets like a parachute. She brings down the edge. And I am left in a white world all alone. the sheets hover in the air like magic. I can feel them slowly sink. There is nothing in the world like this. Amazing. There they go again! Up!
I didn’t appreciate, until having kids of my own, that it probably took ten minutes or more to make the bed like this. Being a mom now, I’m sure she had “better” things to do. But she didn’t. In todays world, I hear a lot of moms fret and worry, and try to make life magical and wonderful for their kids. Unforgettable birthday parties, trips to Disney Land, pinterest perfect bedrooms. Not that there is anything wrong with those things, but its always a good reminder that LIFE is magical all by itself, if you only take the time to experience it.
Messy Homeschool Mom 