Quoting The Brothers Four:

Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

My mother wrote these words in my high school yearbook my senior year. At the time the words meant so much to me, but looking back I didn’t really understand them the way my mom did at the time.


I have been spending a lot more time with the mommies from MOPS, MOMS and CafeMom and in every crowd there is the mommy that says “Johnny was potty trained when he was 6 months old…” or “Suzie has been dressing herself for as long as I can remember.” When Brooklyn was tiny and I would hear these things I thought these milestones were what indicated if you were doing a good job as a mommy.

The same feelings came over me when I started staying home with Monkey. If my house and kids weren’t perfectly clean and dinner didn’t hit the table the second daddy walked in, I wasn’t doing my best as a housewife.

Now that Monkey is potty training, learning her alphabet and how to count I realize those things don’t make you a good mommy, they are simply things that need to be taught.

But more importantly what needs to be taught it how to tickle a tummy, how to hang on tight to each other when daddy is ‘the monster’, and how to apologize when you do something wrong.

In the process of teaching those things, our house does get messy. I am constantly behind on laundry and dinner only hits the table right on time about 5 nights a week. I still catch myself getting embarrassed when we have family over and I haven’t had time to clean up. But when I really think about it, the mess is a reflection of what I love the most about our family.