Temptation runs high to cherry-pick only what we like and only what we want to see when documenting our days. It’s tempting, because most things we see out there are always curated just so. But I would be remiss in not including the most common—even ugly—of scenes I nearly-daily see… the least beautiful (in the eyes of professional curators) of scenes. This is my truth. A mess created throughout dinner, staring up at me post-dinner and making me feel lazy for being too tired to clean it. Three… count ’em… three utensils, dirtied by just one child. Table real estate snatched up by piles of paper and things tables (or families) don’t even need. One corner here, and so many more similar to this behind the camera. These are the truest, least gratifying views of parenthood. But they make the much-more-glamorous views as treasured as they are. So I celebrate these, too.
Greasy plates, crumpled napkins inside sticky cups, and all.