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Monday, September 28, 2009

Monday Wash Day, Tuesday Ironing, Wednesday Sewing...

In the past few weeks life is beginning to return to normal, and I'm thinking more about what to write on my blog. Searching through one of my actual pen-and-paper journals, I found a page I'd tucked into the back cover that Mama gave me a few weeks ago. She told me she'd been inspired to write about the changes that sneak up on you as life progresses, and after reading, I got her permission to post it here.

So, today, Mama is a guest blogger, and here's a journey into her mind. I hope you enjoy.

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I have spent the last forty-two years, trying to keep my house clean. I did a load of laundry every day, and two on Saturday. I washed two loads of dishes every day. There was dusting to do three times a week, the floor to sweep & mop every day, bed linen to change twice a week, trash bags to be taken out twice a day, and then deep cleaning at least once a week. You see, I had anywhere from one to four of my children in my home for all of those forty-two years.

Today, I do a load of laundry every four days, one load of dishes every other day, sweep & mop every other day, because there is very little traffic in my home. I dust once a week. I still change the bed linen twice a week, but instead of four or five bets to change, now there are only two. The trash fills up about once every other day, and the deep cleaning needs to be done once a month. As you can guess, my children have grown up and left home to start their own families and clean their own homes.

But as happy as I am that we ahve raised four children to be happy, successful, thriving adults with thirteen wonderful children (my grandchildren) and one more due any day now, and one grandson (my great-grandson), I sometimes wish they would come by more often to make a messy home again.

A parent's goal is to have their children grow up, find their special mate, build their home & family, and live a productive life. But oh, how we miss the busy, chaotic life of all our little chicks under our roof.

Of course, one of more of my "babies" is here almost every day, but gone are the days of a busy, active family, days of scheduling everything around school, extra-curricular activities, part-time jobs, and homework.

Would I want them back here on a permanent basis, absolutely not!! They are living their own lives exactly the way they should. Plus, I am older now, and probably too tired to do all that cleaning every day. But, now and then, I get a little nostalgic, and wish it could be the way it was before, even if just for a short while.

Even so, looking back, I am so aware of what a blessed life we have lived and are still living. Thank you Lord.

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for more from and about Mama, check out these links: She Heard It On the Cash Cab, Forty Years Ago Today, and I'm a Word Hunter.


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