Seeking the Perfect in the Imperfect

Sunday morning is always a flurry of activity at our house. Well at first it isn’t. Sundays usually start out really slow moving and relaxing. We drink our coffee while the kids play. We lounge on the couch and talk.

But then the clock starts ticking and we start rushing because we spent so much time relaxing. There is the hustling to shower and to pick out outfits that sometimes match and sometimes don’t. There is the diaper changing, the hair brushing, the dress fitting, the shoe buckling.

There is the struggle of putting makeup on yourself while trying to keep wool tights on the fidgety two year old. There is the shirt buttoning while chasing around the three year old to tie her hair bow.

There is the shoe scramble in the closet with children kicking off their church shoes and donning pairs of play shoes instead.  In the midst of the crazy,  a little voice asks if she can wear a necklace. I give her a string of my pearls.

And then for a moment, as brief as it may  be, everyone is dressed and content, everyone’s hair is fixed, they have the right shoes on and we are not yet late for church.  In that moment, a wave of satisfaction sweeps over me as I look at my two lovely dressed dolls.

I love dressing up my little girls, it’s one of my favorite parts of Sunday. Especially that 30 second window where their hair is in place and their faces  are clean. Now if I can only get them BOTH to be in the picture, looking and smiling, it would be a perfect moment. But we’re working with toddlers here and I know that hope is unrealistic at best.

So for today, I will just snap a cropphoto of the child who is currently in a cooperative mood,  while the other child sits grumpily on the floor, shaking her curls and saying “no!”

So here is my near perfect moment in the midst of all the imperfect moments:  A little girl wearing her Momma’s pearls.