Lines in my carpet

I love lines in the carpet. You know when you’ve just vacuumed and you had time to do a REALLY good job? I love having crisp lines along my floor. They seem to all point towards an excellent mom award – totally awesome feeling.

Unfortunately, I don’t always have time to vacuum in perfectly straight lines. A lot of times I’m too busy feeding, playing with, and tending the baby, or I’ve got some service to do for church, or a deadline with the newspaper, or heaven forbid I’m just too tired. On those days my carpet ends up with wavy lines and circles – lines and circles that are NOT pointing to any excellent mom awards. On those days I’m just happy to have a clean carpet.  And you know what? That’s OK, I don’t have to be an excellent mom every day, I can settle for good mom.

Then there are those days when I get so overwhelmed with everything that I just leave the cheerios, goldfish, and lines of raisins on the carpet and go to bed. No awards on those days, just dirty carpet with lots of feet divets for decoration.

And it’s those days that I feel like I’m in line for the razzy version of mom awards. The “Oh, you are so not there!” Mom award. On those days it’s really easy to get discouraged. And I do get discouraged because I’m forgetting the important things. I’m forgetting that even when I can’t keep up with the dirty dishes, mounds of laundry, or raisin filled carpet I’m still doing something worthwhile.

Because you know what? On all days my baby is still well taken care of and I’m still doing my best to fulfill my obligations to church and work. So it’s OK. I can still be a good mom with feet divets for decoration.

The late Marjorie Hinckley said it best:

“We women have a lot to learn about simplifying our lives. We have to decide what is important and then move along at a pace that is comfortable for us. We have to develop the maturity to stop trying to prove something. We have to learn to be content with what we are.”

So I guess that even though I really love having perfect vacuum lines in my carpet, it’s OK that I don’t always get to it. As long as I’m trying, and as long as I have my priorities straight I’m doing all right.

And you know what else? I bet that if Christ were to come to my home he wouldn’t be looking at my carpet. He’d be looking at my daughter and he would love me for what I’m trying to do with her.