Making Peace with Messes

I consider myself a person with a low tolerance for messes. This morning I had to count to ten to ensure that when I asked Matt to leave the kitchen so I could clean the mess he just made I did not have anger or frustration in my voice. As I was cleaning the yogurt and juice from the floor, the table and the chair I kept reminding myself that it is not his fault. This is going to be a part of our growing up process and possibly for a while. My expectation of him to eat without spilling and dropping or knocking things over needs to be let go of because it is something beyond his control. I am going to have to learn to make peace with the messes and cleaning them up.