Saying yes










If I had said "no" the kitchen would have stayed tidy.

There wouldn't be this dusting of flour on the floor or so may dishes waiting to be put away at the end of the day.

If I had said "no" the afternoon would have been simple, quiet, predictable.

Adults at the helm! Agenda at the ready.


But instead I said yes.

It was cautious, reserved, and book-ended by deep breaths. But it was still that: a yes.


Hearing that single word your face opened in a delighted smile. And I smiled, too.

Yes, of course. This is what it's all about.


You found your cookbook and tied on an apron – my apron – that somehow fits you now. So tall. So grown.

You whispered to yourself softly as you re-read your recipe and I marveled at how capable you have become. You didn't need my help today. Is this the first time?

You moved quickly from the kitchen to pantry, gathering supplies. Grace. Confidence. Joy.

As you began to measure and mix you sang along to your favorite song. More grace; more confidence; more joy.


Life is messy, my friends. And we can stave off the chaos with an arsenal of "no"s to box us in and keep us safe.

Or we can embrace the "yes" and fall backwards into the arms of a life fully lived.

Messy, sure. But worth every moment.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.





Will you surprise yourself with a single unexpected "yes" today? See where it takes you.


8 thoughts on “Saying yes

  1. KC says:

    Yes! I believe this too. Sometimes it’s so hard to let in that mess. But good things come of it. I just have to remind myself that yes counter can be wiped down, or mud can be washed off little legs and clothing can be cleaned.

  2. Laura says:

    What a great story. Just wait for the day that she surprises you with cookies she made without even asking– and maybe did cleanup herself as well. 🙂

  3. Jeanette says:

    I so wish this blog was around when I had littles. Such encouragement and knowledge. Love seeing yours grow right before my eyes and I am so glad your enjoying every little moment.

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