Blissful Saturday Morning

I am reading a book that starts with a woman 38 lamenting the fact that her biological clock is ticking. She is wondering why she is unmarried and childless and what her 6 kids would have looked like. She was imagining blissful moments that I thought were ABSURD!! After all, I am a Mother of 6 and life is quite often not what I would describe as blissful, until I was mopping this morning to the sound of my Lightning singing to his piano practice song Book Of Mormon Stories. I could hear further in the background the other five playing kindly together and laughing in the playroom while Lightning MC Queen blared in the background of that room.I had all ready helped Little H & Bubba with what we call a "quick pick up" at our house, Lightning had cleaned the hall bathroom with no complaints, I had dusted, vacuumed, Daddy had done the dishes, breakfast and scripture study were done,vitamins passed out, kitchen cupboards(white) scrubbed, refigerator windexed, and the two last loads of laundry were spinning away in their prospective machines. I thought back to how many kids had come into my room bright and early to crawl all over Daddy and I as we cuddled up together.I realized what a truly blissful morning it had been. Maybe that lady's dreams were not too far off. I remember not too long ago what it felt like to wonder if raising a family would be a part of my future. I remember sitting in my old living room just after my second miscarriage. The house was spotless and I was alone. I sat & stared, wondering why I had just spent so much time making my house look beautiful? There was no one who would see it or be around to mess it up. No toys, or sounds of little feet and little voices. No one to run into my room every moring to wake me up. I admit this is not always my favorite thing. It was hard at that time not to imagine what could have been if either of my pregnancies at the time had just worked out. I certainly would not have six kids by this point. I would have never known these precious souls I am blessed to call mine. Now, if you had been at my house yesterday morning or a couple days previous, it would have been more the stuff out of a horror flick. Crazy grumpy Mommy was rearing her ugly head. I realized the lady in my book is really not too far off. We all have moments and times like she was imagining it just takes recognizing them for what they are and not letting the ugly things that rear their heads in between get the better of you.I am certainly guilty of that. The people who know me best will tell you. I learned a lesson today, every ones bliss is different and I am slowly learning to recognize what I define as mine.