You had one of ‘those days’ I get it. We all have them. But, when we are the one having them we feel like we are the only ones in the world. Everyone else’s life is so much more ‘together’ than ours. After all, all of your friend’s Facebook posts talk about how #blessed they are and the only hashtag you could come up with for your day is #itwasamess.

We all have those days. I had one today. I actually found myself saying to 3.5 year old Magoo, “Honey, just play with your friends right now, OK? Mummy has to get this work done.” Then I stopped and asked myself how many times I’ve said that to my little girl in the past month. Do I feel bad that I pushed her off to play with her friends when she was coming to me for something? Absolutely. Do I wish I could go back to earlier in the day and have a re-do? You betcha. Am I being too hard on myself? More than likely.

See, I didn’t say this to Magoo because I was disinterested in her or because I didn’t want to engage with her. In fact, engaging with her and Birdie is what brings joy to my life. It’s what I was created to do; the reason I was put on this earth.

The problem isn’t that I don’t want to engage, the problem is that I’ve been stretched so thin for months now that I can’t always engage when she wants me to.

We are in the process of purchasing a home and it has been a humdinger of a process. Countless lengthy phone calls with the loan processor, our agent, our insurance company; gathering paperwork, faxing documents, responding to e-mails; then you add working from home part-time and starting a blog. Oh, and did I mention that we have all been sick for over a month?

How many nights, after your little loves are sleeping soundly, do you sit back and wish you could have a re-do? How often to you replay words that you said or opportunities that you missed because there were other responsibilities and tasks at hand? What if, instead of thinking about what we would do over, we started thinking about the things that we did right for our children in this day? I danced with Magoo. She asked if she could take a shower with me and I said, “Yes,” and once we were in the shower she asked me to “sit down, Mummy, and play with me.” So I did, and we did. I, a full-grown woman with a list of things I needed to get done today, sat down on the shower floor and played with my 3.5 year-old daughter. She had a brush and wanted to brush my hair. She was an excellent pretend hairstylist and said things such as, “So…how’s your kids?” and “How do you like your hair?” I took her to get an actual hair cut today and she had fun browsing the makeup aisles with me at the retail store that we shopped at this afternoon. When we had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner this evening she not only ate some out of her own bowl, but she shared some off of my plate, too. Oh, and how many times did I cuddle her today? We cuddled first thing in the morning, then cuddled after dinner while she watched a little bit of Cars 2, and we cuddled at bedtime.

We celebrated together and embraced when she was proud of how well she did tracing her name and the words Mummy and Daddy. We lived. We enjoyed each other’s company. The things that don’t seem like much as we go through the motions of our day are the things that turn into memories. They are what shape our children and let our children know we love them. We are not the mistakes we make. We are not the one time we have to tell our child to go play with their friends while we finish up some work. We are the warm embraces, the smiles, the “are you okays?” when they trip while twirling around the living room like a princess… We are their mothers. Their mothers that love them more than we could ever put into words. Friends, the beautiful thing about this is, they know. As infants, as toddlers, as preschoolers, and onward throughout life, they know. In their heart of hearts they know.

They may become angry when you deny them that extra biscuit before bedtime and they may yell, “My not your Mum!” as Magoo did to me recently (a 3.5 year-old’s honest attempt at telling me that I’m not her Mum), but when the rubber meets the road they come back to home base. They come back to us. When the boo-boo needs kissed, or when they get scared, or when they are sleepy and want to cuddle…they come back to Mama…because they know that they are loved.

So, when you think your day can be summed up with #itwasamess, stop and really look back over your day. I think once you do you will realise that it’s better summed up with #itwasaBEAUTIFULmess.

Can you relate to this? Please share in the comments below.

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  • Every day Im the best Mum that i can possibly be on that day. Some days are better then others but I always do my best on the day.


  • You have to think ok today might be bad but tomorrow is a brand new day.


  • This was a fabulous article! My days are often #whatamess


  • Great reminder for all the messy days! We have a lot of those in my household – chaotic days where i feel guily for not responding to my kids asking me to sit and play, for being impatient at their constant talking and asking why???…, house is a mess, tantrums, the list goes on. No ones life is perfect but taking time to sit back and do the small things can make up for a ‘messy day’


  • Great article! Has reminded me to focus on the positive parts of each day, not the negative.


  • I love this article and can really relate. I agree it is a beautiful mess and remembering that is important.


  • I am a mess most days but when the day is over (bedtime), I’m always grateful to actually have the chance to be ‘a beautiful mess’. I still love my daughter and she still loves me, no matter how messy it gets :)


  • Yep some days it’s just a Messy Mess but some days it’s a beautiful mess. Thanks for the reminder.


  • Some days I’m a beautiful mess, and some days are just beautiful. My son is now 15 and I do find myself wishing and longing for days gone by, but I then correct myself that he has a full, happy life and knows that his 2 parents love him. He doesn’t feel that he’s been fobbed off, or missed out on anything. I hope he knows that he is lucky and loved and we have always tried our best. That as a family, we are a beautiful mess!


  • A beautiful mess, what a lovely analogy. I’m going to start referring to myself as exactly this “I am a beautiful mess!” :)


  • What a beautiful mess it can be indeed !


  • Everyone goes through this – but you have excelled in remembering all the times you didn’t brush your child off. Keep remembering the good times and don’t worry about the other. Talking to my then 35 year old son, I apologised for always saying ‘no’ to him as he grew up. His comment, don’t remember that, but do remember all the good times we had and you must have been a good mum – look how all your kids have turned out.


  • Amen to that.


  • It’s hard isn’t it? Thanks for posting this as we have “one of those days” quite a bit!


  • My husband took our boy out for a bit today because I was a mess. It’s amazing what a bit of sleep and kindness can do. On days I struggle I also need to remind myself we have a team raising our boy so I don’t need to do it all on my own


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