Robyn had “a day away” recently, and the children and I managed the house while she was away. Part of that included cycling several loads of laundry. Now being a recovering engineer, I can understand the mechanics of laundry, and I even learned to separate lights from darks.
But I never have been good at folding. Towels, OK, but mildly challenged by various shapes and sizes of shirts, trousers, jumpsuits, dresses, tights and the like. And forget about fitted sheets.
Anyway I was reflecting a bit while folding this past week and here is something I discovered:
The children usually are in such rapid and random “Brownian” motion, they never hold still long enough for me to appreciate how small and perfect they really are at this very moment. But the laundry holds pretty still when you are folding it (if not, I can usually wrestle it down into submission pretty well), and that is the time I get to realize that they are still so small and beautiful and absolutely perfect, with a perfectly balanced Swiss-timepiece of a heart in each little chest, and moods and emotions and feelings and all those great things that make us human.
I often pray that I learn to appreciate the here and now, since I am sinfully a “destination” person rather than a “journey” person. This was a little answer to my prayer with just a brief glimpse of enjoying the ride, even while doing a chore I normally find very challenging.
Thank you, God, for giving me a snapshot of stillness to appreciate the children as they are right now. Thank you, Robyn, for giving me the opportunity to discover this blessing.