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Sandy Grass

August 15, 2011

“My poor lawn,” my husband whimpered. Our daughters dug merrily in the sandbox, tossing heaps of grit overboard onto the grass. Or, what used to be grass. Now it’s more like a miniature shoreline in the middle of our back yard.

“They’re having fun,” I said. “A happy childhood is more important than an immaculate lawn.”

Since building our oh-my-goodness-the-girls-are-going-to-love-it play set last summer, we’ve witnessed a gradual deterioration of the once-lush grass surrounding this monstrosity. There’s a bare dirt patch beneath the swing—which my husband has repeatedly and futilely attempted to re-seed—and the whole 20-foot by 15-foot structure creates enough shade to prohibit one entire corner of our property from ever again catching a glimpse of summer sun. All of this causes recurring pangs of grief for my husband, who, like many good men, takes a certain degree of manly pride in his landscaping.

I can relate, of course. As much as I encourage my husband to value happy kids over green grass, I often feel the same way about my carpets. They didn’t always harbor chronic juice stains and blotches of mummified Play-Doh.

My sofa arrangement used to be fashionable, not functional. Our interior décor was once inspired by Pier One rather than the Target toy department. When did I trade my glass-top coffee table for an indoor trampoline? The answer is simple—when I realized my home is made of family, not furniture.

“We have come to know and have believed the love which God has for us. God is love, and the one who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him,” (1 John 4:16, NASB).

I like that word, “abides.” To “abide in God” paints a picture of dwelling in God, making God my house, my sanctuary. And if God is where I live, and love is where I reside, then all the rest is incidental.

The lawn, the furniture, the paint on the walls—these are not the focus of a loving home, they’re just the backdrop. I am writing my storyline every day, choosing love as the starring role. The tufts of dead grass in our back yard simply make us more of a reality show than a polished Hollywood drama.

We are living through a season—the season of raising young children. In a few short years, our kids will be more interested in their iPods than in the toy kitchen inhabiting a quarter of our living room. Toys will shrink and space will expand again.

I’ll have the rest of my life to decorate my home. I have only these fleeting years to decorate my children’s memories—with time spent poring over coloring books strewn across the floor, playing hide and seek through a house stacked with library books and building blocks, bumping volleyballs in the living room and laughing when a foul thwacks the dinner table . . . because there hasn’t been a breakable centerpiece planted there for at least four years.

I know there will come a day when my girls are no longer interested in climbing their play set, when the pleas to “push me on the swing, Mommy!” will be fewer and farther between until they’ve silenced altogether. And a part of me will be sad.

The grass can grow back in due time. For now, I’m embracing our sandy lawn and all it represents. It’s far from a heartache. It’s a blessing.

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Filed Under: Growing Pains, Homemaking, Household, Marriage, Parenting, Raising Young Kids, Sentimental

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  1. Erin says

    August 15, 2011 at 6:06 pm

    LOVE LOVE LOVE! You have a gift to write and I am thrilled you are sharing your wisdom with the blogging world! Your “mommy insight” is spot on – filled with humor and encouragement. I’m proud of you, Becky!

    Love and hugs,
    Erin

  2. jeanne @ Inspiring Ideas says

    August 15, 2011 at 6:22 pm

    And they ARE fleeting! Today is my daughter’s first day of First Grade! Hello?! Can you remember we just met when I was pregnant with her? And my son starts Kindergarten next week!! Enjoy each precious moment – prioritize now and you’ll have no regrets … although I can’t promise you won’t have tears… 🙂

  3. Heidi Maranell says

    August 15, 2011 at 6:38 pm

    Love it! Well said!

  4. Mom2Evan says

    August 15, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    I can’t wait to read more entries Becky! THANK YOU for sharing with all of us! Love you!

  5. Jessica-MomForHim says

    August 15, 2011 at 8:38 pm

    You really are a great writer! This post is well-written and spot on. I’m sure every mother can relate to the nutella-stained shirt, the bare spots in the lawn, and the toy “decorated” house. But those can’t be our focus and we can’t let them distract us from the bigger picture. Our time with our children goes by so fast and we won’t be able to get these years back. Can’t wait to read more! 🙂

  6. amyjane:* says

    August 16, 2011 at 3:16 am

    I LOVED reading that it was wonderfully said! Keep on typing Becky, want to read more! Love you sister! <3

  7. Angela says

    August 16, 2011 at 1:12 pm

    I needed to hear this, Becky, especially the part about house decor-it is the backdrop, not the main event! I might need to re-read this whenever my half-painted walls start to taunt me again. 🙂

  8. Kristin Belland says

    August 18, 2011 at 2:55 pm

    Becky, this is great. Thanks for sharing what I feel alot of the time.

  9. faith in between says

    August 18, 2011 at 3:43 pm

    As a poor twenty-something just a year out of college, I can relate from a totally different direction. I don’t have any kids, no stains on the carpet or toys from Target…in fact, I don’t have much of anything! It’s easy to compare to friends, especially those that are married and building ‘homes’, and start feeling like I’m falling behind. Thank you for reminding me that a house is just the backdrop. God has a beautiful purpose for this season of my life that has nothing to do with my tiny space and cheap furniture!

  10. karen says

    August 18, 2011 at 4:43 pm

    Congratulations–beautiful, simple blog. I think you are poised to bless a lot of moms. Here is a verse that transformed my mommy journey: “The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself in love” (Galatians 5:6b). I have one heading to college next week, one in the throws of high school, and one starting 3rd grade. All I can say is, I totally get what you’re saying! I wish you God’s blessings on your new endeavor.

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