January 15, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and
illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
It is
sometimes the simple things in life that bring a sense of joy…a smile from a
stranger or friend, a heart-felt sigh, warm tea, an email from a friend, a good
book, writing a new poem, playing my favorite music on the piano, a phone call
from one of my daughters, scoring high on Words With Friends, a stretch of
silence.
So often
we look toward the big things for our happiness when it is really all the
little things that add up to a real sense of contentment. Years ago, my mother
used to wash the family’s sheets and hang them outside in the sun on the
clothesline in our small Baltimore City cement backyard. My sisters and I would stand at her
side and hand her clothespins. Later she would bring them inside and iron them.
It would have been too much for her young daughters to iron the big sheets, but we felt
really grownup when she let us iron the pillowcases. This was an important
responsibility. We made sure to get every crease out. And then we helped our
mother put the fresh sheets on the bed and later the sun smell on the smooth
sheets lulled us to sleep.
Today, my
husband David changed our sheets and made up our bed. We do not hang sheets
outside but still a certain freshness will permeate as we settle in for the
night. Often we make up the bed together, but tonight as I was baking him a
birthday cake for tomorrow (his 69th), he did the laundry and put on
fresh sheets.
The
caring for one another in these simple things wind up being most important.
My gift today is fresh sheets.
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