There Is Another Way

All these things are in the way, I sigh. Shuffle and shove to make space again.

I am tired of working like this, I mutter.

I want to sweep everything asidethe papers and the clutter and the laundry and the bills and the books and the toys and the shoesand stare at a vacant desk. A spotless office. A shining house of sparkling minimalism.

It will never be.

Call it the sacrifice of the mess. Call it the holy beautiful of right now. Call it life with kids. Call it our tired thirties.

Whatever you call it, call yourself to look upon it again.

I look again.

All the things cluttering my view? They accompany a full life. Piles of doctors’ bills. Art keepsakes from two more years of school. Photos of loved ones to frame. Books to read. Seedlings to plant. Work to finish. Newspapers to recycle. Bank statements to file.

It will never be done. It will never be clean. And this is okay.

This is another way.

Chaos of life with kids

Somewhere between the trend to accumulate (more and more, bigger and better) and the trend to purge (less and less, sparser and lighter), there emerges a third way: finding peace in the chaos.

The way that says we do not need more; we need to care for what we have.

The way that accepts how a life lived with people will always be fullof clutter and conflict, yes, but also comfort and companionship.

The way that knows if cleanliness stands next to godliness, then messiness shrugs and smiles to take its place on the other side. God in the middle. All the rest, all around.

Because God is not found only in peace, quiet, polished, decluttered, 10 easy steps to simplify. God is also found in mess, chaos, muddle, question, oh help me everything is a disaster.

God is not confined to clean, sparse monastic cells. If God is present everywhere and always, then God is also present in a life lived in places, with things, among people.

This is another Way.

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Three months from now looks wide open on my calendar. It is an illusion.

The chore chart, the labeled bins, the meal plan, the synchronized schedulesthey promise perfection. It is a lie.

Life will fill up then just as it fills up today. Love and work expand within whatever space we offer them.

And despite our best efforts, we continue to be mere mortals. We walk through grassy dirt, we cry hot tears, we breathe dusty air. Crumbs fall from our lips while we chew. The dog never stops shedding, no matter the season.

So we need this third way, the stumbling path that trips over sneakers on the floor and mountains of unfolded laundry. The way that invites us to see the miracle, not the drudgery, of sharing our lives with real, messy people.

(Even small people who leave push cartsa lawn mower?on top of the sofa. I promise you this photo was utterly unstaged.)

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The same themes surface whenever I write these days. Letting go. Looking up. Learning to embrace the ordinary and the imperfect.

For a long time now I have felt a turning, and I can finally name it as the settling into mid-life.

My tired husband and I laugh about this a lot. We collapse into bed, and one of us mumbles back in college, we wouldn’t even be going out for another 3 hours. But we are happy here. A deep and satisfying joy, albeit exhausted and cluttered. I wish I could tell my younger, anxious, ambitious self that life could be this good while being so far from smooth.

This settling joy is what I wanted all along, and I only found it in the middle of the mess.

Bump, blemish, brokennesswe know ourselves by the edges of what we brush up against. We learn the limits of our being.

And a full life – bursting with people to love and things to doit is a marvel even as it overflows. A to-do list that never shrinks. Work that keeps going. Children who arrive and grow and explore. A world that keeps needing our attention and compassion.

It will never be done. It will never be clean or easy. And this is another Way.

The way of peace and patience. The way of realism and release. The way of laughter and letting go.

(The way of remembering that we cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.)

And the way of gratitude to God right in the messy middle: of each day, of this life, of what we are becoming on the way.

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If you want a deeper theological reflection on life with kids, check out Bonnie Miller-McLemore’s In the Midst of Chaos: Caring for Children as Spiritual Practice. I can never bring myself to put Bonnie’s book back on the shelf, so I keep it bed-side during these wonderful, wiped-out years of so many small children. With three boys of her own, she makes this way through chaos seem possible and wonderful to me.

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6 Comments

  1. Claire on 10 June 2015 at 7:36 am

    All I can say is that if I had a white tile floor, my grout would never look as good as yours! I’m impressed!

    • Laura on 10 June 2015 at 9:40 am

      Oh Claire, do not be fooled. 😉 That is on the porch where no one eats food. If you could see a close-up of the tile/grout by the kitchen sink? You might never come over for dinner. Total disaster. Oh well!

  2. nellkalt on 10 June 2015 at 6:29 am

    Yes!! And Henry’s mention is awesome!!!

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    • Laura on 10 June 2015 at 9:39 am

      HA! That beagle is either the bane of my existence or the best path to sanctity, depending on the hour. Maybe both?

  3. Abbey @ Surviving Our Blessings on 10 June 2015 at 6:13 am

    This so perfectly met me in my messy living room this morning, where I’m trying to cram in a little writing and a lot of coffee before people “wake up” even though I can hear them already banging around in the back of the house. Thank you for this timely reminder that we aren’t living for some future day when it’s all done, but for this day, right now, when we are actually doing it. I love this.

    Also, I’ve never heard of that book, but I’m going to go check it out now…because I obviously have lots of time to read another book right now!

    • Laura on 10 June 2015 at 9:38 am

      Abbey, you would love Bonnie’s book. It’s such a rich reflection on how this work of caring for kids is a spiritual practice that shapes parents.

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