Engaging Each Day with Action Words

Love. — When It just doesn’t matter.

on February 9, 2013

home weekly photo challenge

Over my 40 years hanging around this place, I have learned a really important lesson. One that I try to practice everyday:

It just doesn’t matter.

Which sounds harsh, especially here just a few days from Valentine’s Day, but hear me out.

There are times, in love and family, when you have to say to yourself, “It just doesn’t matter.”

Like when…

… it is noisy and messy and there are socks on the floor and laundry to be put away piled high and no one can find their shoes or their jackets and the remote has been hidden and we are out of milk and running late and feeling rushed and one hasn’t combed their hair or brushed their teeth and the other one isn’t dressed and there is a horrific stink coming from the bathroom and there are crumbs on the floor and I just stepped in something wet and there is a run in my tights and no gas in the car and it is so cold but no one wants to wear a coat and they can only find one glove and he can’t find his keys or his wallet and they keep arguing over the iPad game and the dog is biting something or someone and oh wait, she needs a packed lunch and there was no hot water and she didn’t do her homework and doesn’t want to and I’m stepping on Iron Man and SpiderMan and the art table is buried under paper and the dog is now eating a purple crayon and the sink is full of dishes and the toast is burned and someone just sent me an email that implies another huge project and I’m wishing I had never checked it at all and we are out of stamps and he needs a present to take to that party this afternoon and there is a potluck at work and what will I bring and we need to go to the grocery store and please don’t play volleyball in the house and…

And then….Out of the blue….there appears two arms in the kitchen, spread wide, offering an all-knowing, reassuring hug. I see a smile with a cute little dimple and blue eyes under long, reddish-blonde lashes. And I suddenly see and truly recognize how much someone has grown up, both in height and in maturity and I see myself in her face.

And then … I remember what is important.

I remember what really matters. And I know that all that other stuff…..

Just. Doesn’t. Matter.

And in that moment.

I am home.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home


5 responses to “Love. — When It just doesn’t matter.

  1. Jan says:

    I just read this to your Maw and she said you have a way with words and you are amazing!
    And you are. And you are absolutely right about what matters. 🙂

  2. […] Love. — When It just doesn’t matter. « mommyverbs […]

  3. […] Home | Sorta Ginger: Ramblings of a Quasi-Redhead Weekly Photo Challenge: Home « Playing for Time Love. — When It just doesn’t matter. « mommyverbs Weekly Photo Challenge: Home | The Baking Barrister Weekly Photo Challenge: Home | The Serenity […]

  4. […] Yes, I did. I blogged about being home. Being home and being comfortable with the mess and the chaos and specifically mentioned in words […]

  5. […] Love. — When It just doesn’t matter. « mommyverbs […]

Comment Challenge: Start your comment with one action word. Then Proceed. Go:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: