You know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you are the little apples of my eye, my sweet punkins, and the cause of my laughter…most days. In other words, you also know that this momma loves you more than words could ever say.
I gladly prepare and set food in front of you each and every day…forty-three times a day. Yes, you eat a lot. But I don’t mind. You are growing kiddos.
Daily I scale absurd mountains of dirty laundry to provide you with clean clothes to wear. Do I care? Nope. As long as the clothes are truly dirty and not just a sneaky effort on your part to “clean your room”, I’ll happily wash your garments until I’m blue in the face.
When you are sick and need your mother, I am right there to sooth your fevered brow and kiss away the tummy ache. And because I’m busy being Nurse Mommy, your father is johnny-on-the-spot to clean and disinfect the toilet and launder all the bedding. (Allow me to enjoy this daytime reverie a moment.)
Bring me a boo-boo and a tear-stained face and yes, my heart is in a puddle. I cannot abide to see my children in pain. I wish that I could offer you a world and a lifetime free from cares and sorrow, but I cannot. Instead, I will lavish you with hugs and kisses and all the love that this ol’ heart can give.
I happily teach and train you every day in academics, life itself, and most of all, about our faith in God. It brings me great joy to see you each master and conquer things in your life: place values, vocabulary, cursive writing, memory verses, and the Civil war as well as making your bed, tying your shoes, playing the piano, and fixing sandwiches. I love it all. Truly I do.
But I must have forgotten to teach you about one thing. Just one little, yet life-changing, thing. It’s really wonderful. A great invention, in fact.
However, this great invention also involves one thing that I cannot and will not do for you. All of mankind has had to walk this same path as you to conquer this feat. On their own.
Allow me to introduce you to this great invention:
the trashcan. Remember how we even bought that new one for the kitchen? It’s really nice.
You may not know this, but we have one in just about every room. For your convenience even. It’s a rather simple process, I promise.
Place all rubbish inside.
Easy, huh? Genius, actually.
Anyhoo, I’m so glad that we had this talk. I feel better already. Your childhood is more well-rounded now that you’ve attained this deep knowledge and officially been introduced. As I’ve already stated, I would gladly go to the moon and back. just. for. you., but I will not throw your trash away.
It’s a task that every individual must learn.
I love you bunches,
(a.k.a. The Cleaning Lady)
‘Fess up. Do your kids throw their trash away? Are they stuffers or just plain litter bugs? Still finding candy wrappers everywhere but in the trash? If so, I feel your pain. If not, well, then just don’t tell me …and let’s trade kids for a day. 😉
Thanks for reading my rambles today.