Dirt & Babies in Baskets

Knowing full well, I can shake the dust right off.

I realized this weekend, as we visited our future home, how there was at one point in my motherhood I would’ve been petrified of our baby blankets, clothing, toys or other items getting dirty. I sat with myself and wondered… “how on earth did I get so uptight?” Afterall, they’re just children. Their only care in the world is to play and create.

Truly, who cares if blankets get dirty? It’s serving a purpose as a tent or a soft place in the grass. Or if the knees on those little pants get scuffed and muddied? Signs of rough play and testing limits! Or if a run through the puddles splashes mud into hair? An endearing show of a childhood well lived with tools to utilize for this purpose exactly.

My goal for my family is to live a farm type of life. Doesn’t that mean dust on your vehicles, mud on your boots, dog hair in all the crevices and an overabundance of poop covered eggs? I’d say so. So, while bark pieces broken off of walking sticks & an abundance of dirt gathers in my baby’s moses basket, I’ll be thankful that we are moving in the way of positive progress towards a dream.

A Christopher Robin childhood.

A life full of purpose, creativity and memories.

Knowing full well, I can shake the dust right off.

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