Welcome to Camp Funk

Seeing past the messes and into those miracles

I've got kids therefore I've got piles

Piles of papers, books, socks, toys, more books, laundry, dishes, books, journals, paints,...

My children remind me I can't sing but still do and I shouldn't talk to animals and expect them to talk back.

I have no problem with my piles because I eventually get to them

Sometimes the piles stare at me and pop up in new places like dandelions in the spring. 

                The problem sometimes is that they distract me.

  

Sometimes I get in a mood (which is very rare) and catch myself placing a priority on the piles instead of the people I am here to serve.

I see my 9 year old leaning over his big brothers shoulders looking at some new Marvel thing that just came out sharing laughs and giggles with each other.  Ignoring the huge pile of books behind them that I keep telling myself to put away.  I'm enjoying the moment between those two.  

Walking through the living room while 4 kids are playing the floor is lava with pillows, blankets, toys and chairs...enjoying their laughter and forgetting about the gigantic mess in front of you...i can do that no problem..

Are you seeing the precious moments right in front of you?

All of these minor messes and signs of life that accumulate or spill or tip or get a bit forgotten are not what our focus should be on.  My children won't care if I was on top of my A game or if the bathroom was clean or not.  They will care and remember if I was distracted by the mess (and scolded them) or just noticing how much fun they were having.

My children will notice if I didn't care to stop and notice them.

And dream.  

And dare.  

And donate my time and attention to them.  

Piles are not my purpose. 

They do need to get conquered.