Laundry Lovin’

Laundry Lovin’ October 25, 2012

I sat outside the big boys’ room tonight folding the two loads of laundry that lay scattered in the hall.  It was the last thing I wanted to be doing with my time, especially with a lengthy to-do list and dinner dishes still in disarray.  I was in no better mood when M, my oldest, peeked his head out the bedroom door.  “Hi Mommy.  I’m sorry you have to do all this work.  Someday I’m going to be able to really help you with it.  Will you help me fold the socks?”  Blessed child with brilliant bedtime stalling tactics.  I was delightfully lured by his sweetness.

Soon T emerged and sat down with us.  “Mommy, help me learn to fold shirts.”  I instructed the boys how to pick up the shirt by the shoulders, fold it in half, gather the sleeves, fold them in, and finish with a half fold.  T went right to work–“Mommy, folding laundry is fun.”  He is like his brother–genius bedtime procrastinator–but you know I loved every minute of it.

The three of us sat folding for a little bit before I gently reminded them it was important for them to rest.  I then got two of the sweetest hugs and “I love you’s” before they scampered off to bed.

Love in a laundry pile.  God makes even the mundane something beautiful.  Thank you, Lord.


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