Wreathing in my ZEN

Wreathing in My Zen (With 3 Kids, a Husband, and Zero Silence) 🎀

Let me paint the picture.

I sit down, coffee in hand, ready to enter my peaceful, creative zen. The glue gun is heating up, my ribbons are lined up like a dream, and for a brief moment… everything feels calm.

And then—

“Mommmm!”
“Where are my shoes?”
“Mom, he touched me!”
“Babe, have you seen my keys?”

Ah yes… my zen.

Welcome to wreathing in real life.

Because in my mind, creating wreaths looks like a quiet studio, soft music playing, maybe a candle burning… very Pinterest.

But in reality?

It’s me, in the middle of controlled chaos, holding a half-made bow while answering questions, solving problems, and stepping on something I told everyone to pick up three times already.

And somehow… I still find my peace in it.

There’s something about wreathing that grounds me.

The moment I start layering greenery…
Fluffing ribbon…
Building that perfect, full design…

Everything slows down—at least in my mind.

Even if in the background someone is arguing over snacks or asking for the Wi-Fi password for the 17th time.

This is my space.

My reset.

My little corner of calm in the middle of a loud, beautiful life.

Because the truth is—this life I built?

It’s full.

Full of love.
Full of noise.
Full of moments that are exhausting and incredible at the same time.

And wreathing became the thing that’s just mine.

Not “mom.”
Not “wife.”
Not “what’s for dinner?”

Just me… creating.

And let’s be honest—sometimes my husband walks in, looks at the explosion of ribbon, mesh, florals, and tools and just slowly backs out like…

“Yeah… I’m not getting involved in that.”

Smart man.

But he also sees it.

He sees how it lights me up.
How I get excited over a bow like it’s a life achievement.
How I step back from a finished wreath like…

“Wow… I really did that.”

And my kids?

They see it too.

They see their mom creating something from nothing.
Building something beautiful.
Doing something she loves.

And that matters more than a perfectly quiet house ever could.

So no, my zen doesn’t look like silence.

It looks like glue strings everywhere.
Ribbon taking over every surface.
A half-finished wreath waiting patiently while I break up a sibling debate.

But it’s mine.

And in the middle of the chaos…

I’m still creating something beautiful.

And honestly?

That’s the real magic 🎀✨