If the walls in your house could talk, what would they say? What stories would they tell? My walls have seen and heard an awful lot. I can only imagine the stories they tell…the good, the bad, and the ugly. Your walls have seen and heard it all. You can’t hide from them and they always know the truth, no matter how many times you paint over them.

Would they talk of all the holiday and birthday party’s year after year? The cake and the presents; the good times and the laughter; the stress and the family drama. Would they share all the memories and good times with loved ones? Some who are no longer with… and now how nothing will be the same.

Would they would remember all the sleepless nights? The long, dark nights with newborns, sick kids, and nightmares. Nights where I sat awake and just stared in bewilderment at each of the tiny babies. Or when we had a puker and stayed up all night watching “Beauty and the Beast” over and over until she finally fell asleep.

Would they speak of the hectic toddler years? The yelling, biting, kicking, screaming, crying…by the kids and by mom. But the laughter. I hope they would share the stories of all the laughter at the crazy, yet adorable, things they do and say.

Would they tell of the terribly stressful mornings trying to get out the door for work and school? How I always chose the wrong cereal bowl and never picked out the right outfit. The walls watched and heard me say, “put on your shoes” at least 100 times before those kids would actually do it. They probably laughed every day at how we literally pushed them out the door to catch the bus just in the nick of time.

Would they talk of my exhaustion from helping with…well, everything?  The constant cleaning up of messes made by others and a never-ending to-do list of chores. They saw a mom that was trying to do it all; Work, kids, family, sports, homework, fun, relaxation, and sleep.

These old walls have watched me sit quietly and cry wondering and worrying about how I can be a better mom, better wife, better friend. They know all my secrets. They know about all my self-doubt. They have seen me at my best and have seen me at rock bottom.

BUT…I would hope they would also talk of the all the laughter, all the love, and all the fun. Despite all of life’s ups and downs, I hope these walls saw a mom who really wouldn’t change a thing.