The wisdom of childhood is in the abandon that they exude; their access to beautiful wildness within the soul. When I tend to isolate and withdraw, they are the rudder for openness and joy. Last night, we laughed as a family as we threw some new sensory toys of Otis’ around the room. The house is in disarray, the dishes are piling up, the tote filled with Christmas decor is still perched atop a cluttered countertop....and there are hundreds of small tasks and nooks needing cleaning, but I don’t care. I never imagined myself to be a messy mother...but I’m proud of the fact that I lean into taking the time to pause and practice self-care, savor the moments with my children, and seek new adventures and experiences in lieu of perfectly coiffed sitting rooms and tidying frenzies.