Do you ever find a bit of comfort or pleasure in one of your
seemingly mundane chores? For me, it's in the routine task of folding laundry.
I'm not saying I jump for joy at the sight of a pile of laundry {otherwise, it
wouldn't sit in my hallway for a day or two before I get around to doing
something with it}, but when I do start working through the pile it tends be when
the kiddos are napping...and it's in this quiet, alone time that I find the
"therapy".
Folding laundry puts me on autopilot in a way, so I'm left
with my wandering thoughts...sometimes just sorting out my "to do"
list in my head, but other times it leads to a bit of gratitude for what all
these little garments mean; that I am able to provide clean and comfortable
clothes for my family...that I have two beautiful children to wear out the miniature
shirts, dresses, undies...and sometimes {as my eyes well up with tears} I dwell
on the fact that these little clothes seem to get bigger and bigger with every
cycle...and I don't want them to. Funny how a simple chore can bring out so
many emotions. And funny how clothes can symbolize so much...the passing of
seasons...of time...of memories...
And you thought we were just doing laundry :)
