Last week we were eating dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. (More about that later). While my son was devouring his pieces of garlic bread, he understandably created quite a pile of crumbs on top of the dining table. At the end of the meal, Ryan noticed the mess he had made and apologized for it.
I told him it wasn’t a big deal; it wasn’t a regular mess, it was a “delicious mess.” I told him that the mess showed he had enjoyed his dinner.
A week later, and I’m still thinking about that one simple exchange. I spend a lot of time and energy trying to keep many different areas of my life in control, things functioning on a schedule, in an orderly fashion. But, I am also recognizing that there also has to be some space in there for a “delicious mess.”
I think my son and I are rather adept at making a “delicious mess.” We’ll paint our feet to make footprints. We’ll take out our art supplies and create with glitter, feathers, and googly eyes. The living room floor is a mess, but again, it’s a delicious mess showing a mother and son happily engaged with a project and with each other.
A delicious mess is evidence of life, of actions and experiences. Much of our days are dictated by schedules -- designated times to wake up, go to school, have dinner, go to bed. But in between, I think I need to make some more time in my schedule for the luxury of creating a delicious mess. (Which means I also shouldn’t be so hard on myself when my desk begins to look rather messy, filled with random piles of papers and articles. I have to look at it as a “delicious creative mess.”)
By the way, if you’re looking for large portions of Italian food at good prices, I highly recommend Andre’s at 6332 W. 3rd Street in Los Angeles. I’ve been going there since I was a little girl. It’s nothing fancy inside, but the employees are friendly, the food is delicious, and once you finish your meal you’ll already be planning your next visit.