We were home in Beloit over Thanksgiving and my mother was discussing with me the gigantic task of keeping up her home especially without my father. The roof, the gutters, the siding, the lawn, the windows, etc., etc., all need attended to. I can understand why it is so overwhelming at times for her. Although, while we were talking I couldn't help but think of how the maintenance of her home is giving her purpose and meaning to life. It is so good for humans to take care of things. You cannot help but love or learn to love something you take care of.
Probably one of the more frustrating obstacles that arises in life is uncompleted tasks. Children certainly don't allow for much to be completed or stay completed. I know I will never be caught up. I don't think about that much ever anymore. I have moments, but the vision of the what we are doing usually is in the forefront. Raising a family is something that will always require maintenance and upkeep. You don't just mow your lawn once and you are done. It usually is a weekly task. Those daily and weekly task give us purpose and meaning.
I can look around at all of their beautiful signs of life around are home and can be brought to tears. When I look at them I think, "I believe in something greater than myself."
Food. One of the biggest daily necessities. Their lives revolve around food. I have many that ask first thing in the morning what we are having for dinner that night. I have some that want to bake everyday. Lunch is usually something that makes me pause. We have been doing school and chores all morning and then we pause to look at each other. I set out 9 lunch plates everyday. At one time, I only set out 1 plate. Funny. These really are the times to remember.
Home Comforts: The Art and Science of Keeping House. I went right over to Barnes and Noble and bought it. I poured over the laundry section. I always have laundry to do. I hope I have laundry to do for many years. Their clothes remind me of the day. They remind me of how chubby and tiny their little bodies are. I smile at their favorite shirts. I cringe at the certain pieces that I don't prefer, but THEY LOVE. Even that though, makes me smile.