The breakfast dishes are on the dining room table. There is food in the baby’s bowl, spilling over the edge of the highchair onto the floor. Crumbs from your four year old’s toast leave a trail from the kitchen to the living room where he finally abandoned the crusts to play with his older sister, whom was set to leave for the first grade at any moment. You fight with the baby to put something, anything on overtop of his bare bottom, kiss your husband a quick peck on the lips and race out of the house to get your daughter to school.
After dropping her off at school and gathering a trunk full of groceries you stagger into the house. A toddler under one arm, two sacks of groceries under the other, keys dangling from your teeth. You smile at the woman standing inside the kitchen door. She isn’t here, however, to grab a sack of groceries or even a toddler for that matter. Her hands are already full with cameras and on her mind, a mission.
What if, instead of entering your kitchen and seeing the mess. Seeing the dishes strewn about the counter. The sacks of groceries cluttering the floor. The abandoned breakfast remnants in the dining room. What if, you saw what I saw? The special look you share with your son as you silently will him to finish his toast? The way you sit for hours with your toddler as he learns the joy of using the potty? The secret tustle your kids share when you aren’t around to see? What if, instead of seeing a to do list and a mountain of inadequacies, you saw life? You saw love?