Laundry
When I am folding the laundry, a routine and “boring” task, I come across
A baby sock, yellow with stripes
Why is this in here? This is size three months.
I don’t have any three month olds in the house anymore.
I take a smell of it. It is so small, it is so sweet.
That baby smell remains.
When I am folding the laundry, a routine and “boring” task, I come across
Spencer’s favorite gray jacket.
It is faded and getting too small. But don’t tell him that.
He would wear it faded, dirty and shrunk.
When I am folding the laundry, a routine and “boring” task I come across
Hailey’s jeans, the ones she wrote on in 2nd grade.
And I told her we weren’t getting rid of them and she said:
“That’s ok, I write on them when I wear them still.”
When I am folding the laundry, a routine and “boring” task, I come across
Brooke’s many pairs of underwear(s)
Because she changes them five times a day or more.
She changes them every time she goes potty.
But I am ok without because underwear(s) are a small piece of laundry.
When I am folding the laundry, a routine and “boring” task, I come across
William’s blue rag quilt that my mom made him
Before we moved to Iowa and knowing she wouldn’t meet him till he was much older.
I smell it and it has the smell of new baby, fresh, soft, real.
And I wish my kids would stay these sizes.
3 comments:
nice
Ahhh, when you stop at each item, and it is no longer a chore but a precious artifact! Beautiful.
Thank you for your comments ladies!
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