Wahooo! It’s Five Minute Friday! The day when a whole bunch of stellar ladies gather for some coffee and chocolate over at Lisa Jo’s for a Twitter and blogging party. Here’s the deal: Lisa Jo gives us a prompt and then we write. Five minutes of uninterrupted
(unless you have kids) unedited (unless you can’t spell to save your life-this girl) writing. Then link it up and share some love! Go check it out, you wont be sorry.
There is a diaper jenie in my office, sitting next to a changing table cluttered with blankets, wipes and Desatin. On the coffee table is a little brown toy kitten who moves her feet when you press her belly. The couch is littered with Iron Man and Captain America memorabilia, and my fridge is covered in crayon and marker drawings, right next to the state testing report that came in the mail today, proving my daughter is a genius. My cute SUV has been replaced by a Suburban, lovingly named “The Tank”, which is overrun with car seats, booster seats and has a constant supply of baby wipes and puke bags.
It’s all very ordinary, isn’t it? Just another middle class mama, burned out on work and heavy with mommy guilt. And some days even I think that-just ordinary. But it’s not. All of those things that fill my house, change my cars, and cover my heart in worry are far from ordinary. They are miracles. There were days I thought I’d never have to worry about carpools and teacher conferences. I thought we’d never make it this far and infertility would rob me of all these so called ordinary things that others take for granted. But I’ve been blessed. Because ordinary is anything but. Ordinary is beautiful, messy, chaotic, and riddled with giggles and watching the sunset. Ordinary is a miracle.