a war zone

Last week I was in Spokane teaching with my friend and colleague, the amazing Jody Moore.

It was a magical week and meanwhile… back at home…

sometimes things seemed to be falling apart.  

On Friday morning (when my kids had the day off of school) my phone was blowing up with texts.

“He did this.”
“She said that.”
“They are driving me crazy.”

I turned to my friend Natalie and said, “My house is a war zone.”

I felt the guilt creeping up.  And the worry.

I started believing that I should be home to fix it.

Fast forward to 5:30 pm and I had all 3 of my kids on video. They were laughing and just hanging out.

The vacuum was out in the background with the cord strewn across the room. Proof that they had attempted to clean as instructed.

Just 8 hour earlier, I was certain that everything was falling apart and that I needed to fix it.

And I had been dead wrong.

They figured it out. They rose to the occasion. There was anger and fighting. And resolution and laughter. My son made pancakes for dinner.

Magic was happening at my house while I was gone. It was the best thing that I wasn’t there. I allowed them the perfect space they needed to figure it out.

Magic.

Have an amazing day, one thought at a time!

-Molly