If someone were to step into her
house today, they might notice fingerprints on the windows, toys scattered
across the floor, and the unmistakable signs that children live there. It is
not a picture-perfect home, and at times she feels the urge to apologize for
the mess.
But then she pauses.
Those smudges on the doors are
evidence of small hands reaching for comfort. The toys on the floor tell
stories of imagination, laughter, and hours spent playing. The clutter is not
neglect—it is life happening, loudly and beautifully.
There are days when she could
choose to scrub the floors until they shine or polish every surface until it
sparkles. Yet there are moments when sitting down with her children—reading
together, laughing, or simply being present—matters far more. A spotless house
may impress visitors, but a loved child carries that warmth for a lifetime.
And this truth feels especially
meaningful during the Christmas season.
Christmas itself began not in
perfection, but in humility. A simple, imperfect setting became the birthplace
of something sacred. It reminds her that love does not require flawless
surroundings—only open hearts and presence.
So this Christmas, if the doorbell
does not gleam or the decorations are not perfectly arranged, she hopes the joy
in children’s eyes shines brighter instead. She hopes homes feel lived in,
welcoming, and filled with grace rather than pressure.
Because when life demands a
choice—between endless tasks and meaningful moments—she knows where she stands.
She may care for a house, but first, and always, she chooses motherhood.
Christmas Blessings
May every home this Christmas be
filled with laughter instead of expectations, love instead of perfection, and
peace that lasts beyond the season. Wishing all families a holiday rich in
presence, warmth, and the quiet joy of being together.
Merry Christmas.
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