Laundry, is what I’ve been working on for the past week since our move to our new place. We had about a half room full, and I know this description does not help you much since it would obviously depend on the size of the room spoken of. But I thought a half room full sounds both impressive and scary. Dirty laundry is something we have in abundance, as I imagine the case for most house holds with young ones. The arrival of longer sunny days, adds to the heap of course, but we welcome it. And we throw all our clothes down our very own and very new–for us– laundry shoot. Oh my! I have to sort through most of the clothes and decide which items have been thrown prematurely and just completely out of excitement. A laundry shoot is a luxury indeed!
The warm weather did not only invite more dirty clothes piles, but a fresh wound; the kind that will leave a small mark to remind us that we are very fortunate. The kind that prompts flashbacks behind a mothers’ squeezed shut eyes, along side held breaths with forgotten exhales. Yes, breath. Apparently it doesn’t always come involuntarily, you have to remind yourself and force that exhale out, and open those shut eyes, and wipe the tears streaming down and prostrate twice and be thankful. They were just six stitches, and the girl was so brave. “If only all my young patients were as composed as this one”. She is still a cute little girl she tells everyone who needs to know. She also likes her new stitches. You see they make her look fweaky, like Fwankenstein, and both words mean that she’s beautiful in a very special four year old way. If only her mama would absorb some of this grand wisdom.
The stitches will come out next Monday, her scar will first turn red and within the year will blend in with the rest of her skin color, granted it’s covered with sunscreen and hidden from the sun. She’s fine. She truly is. I just like to take things out of proportion sometimes.
I’ll leave you with this though: Feed the poor. It’s not a charity for them. It’s a charity for your loved ones. If you can, feed the poor.