A Clean House

There were times when my house was filled with children. Our kids and their friends. Big pots of chili and spaghetti simmered on the stove to feed whoever might hang around for dinner. The house was never uncluttered or perfect, but there was so much love and laughter that it didn’t matter.

Slowly the children became adults and moved out, one by one. There was less clutter, less daily cleaning at the end of a long work-day. Eventually there was only me and my hubby to occupy the rooms. Improvements were made and the house began to lose the clutter.

I settle into having a mostly clean house. Then my hubby became ill. There were machines sitting in the hallway, on the countertops, and lots and lots of oxygen bottles filling the guest bedroom. Baskets filled with handkerchiefs, blood pressure machines sitting on the end tables. The clutter was back. The house was filled with sounds of life-giving oxygen taking place of laughter and bickering kids.

There were times when I looked at the clutter and felt overwhelmed. Keeping a neat house wasn’t an option.

Now the house is empty. There is only me rambling around in the rooms. The house is clean and clutter-free. There is no laughter bouncing off the walls, no sounds of coughing, no machines…only the lonely ticking of the clock on the wall.

I’d trade this clean house in a heartbeat to have the clutter and noise back again. I’ve learned over the years that it isn’t the appearance of your home, but the love that lives inside that makes it just that…a home.

Going back isn’t an option, but if I could I wouldn’t spend a single moment fretting over the little things. So if you are one of those people who worry that your home isn’t “clean” enough because you have a house filled with children, pets, and juggle your hours between work and home, don’t fret. Love from the depths of your heart and don’t stress about the little things. Remember, you might one day have that perfectly clean house, but it won’t be filled with the things you hold dearest in life.

Blessings,


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