I have become known among the soccer parents as the Mom Who Febreezes Her Child.
I let this information slip during a tournament weekend, when another mom lamented that she would have to wash her daughter’s uniform overnight. I informed her that I would do no such thing – Febreeze to the rescue! I have taught my children this trick so well that I don’t have to say anything. That night, sure enough, our daughter’s uniform lay neatly on her floor, soaking in a layer of Febreeze.
You could say this is me being lazy, but I say it’s permission to let ourselves off the hook. Life’s too short and there’s so much that’s more important than my child having a clean, fresh smelling uniform she’s only going to re-stink the next day.
I didn’t use to live this way. There was a time I would have cared about how that uniform looked and smelled. If I didn’t wash it, I certainly wouldn’t have admitted to Febreezing it. But at some point I realized there’s a great deal of freedom and joy to be found in letting go of appearances and bringing out the dirty laundry, both literally and figuratively. And I don’t know about you, but freedom and joy are so much more appealing than exhaustion and anxiety over what others think.
I’m happy to give this permission to others. Not only does it give them grace, but it reminds me that I am better off living in grace too. Sure, maybe they’re secretly judging me, but that’s ok. I’m living shame free over here. Try it – it’s great! Grace is something I need more and more in my own life, and I find great joy in being able to give that grace to others.
We need grace so much, but we don’t speak it out.
I want to be the kind of person who sees where I need grace, where others need grace, and gives it lavishly. Let’s be the grace givers. Start with yourself, and see how it spills over. Let’s be known as the ones who give ourselves and others permission to let go of that which is, in the end, not significant, so we can pour our energy and our hearts into what is worth our lives.