I've been looking for inspiration to write this morning and I was just about to walk away from the computer it hit me....blending families and laundry. Now I'm sure you are thinking "what on earth do those two have in common?"
So I have been doing laundry for what seems like my entire life. I think my mother had me sorting clothes as soon as I knew my colors! Funny how she taught me....I remember being somewhere around 7 years old and she said to me "Whites in one pile and colors in another." Then she broke down further into sheets in another pile and towels in yet another. She never said "small items here, mediums ones here and large ones here." She also never said " his clothes here and her clothes there." It was all jumbled together into four distinct piles and all washed and dried together. I was thinking about that this morning and how blending families is just like that.
In our blended family, we have never said "his" or "hers." From day one it has been "ours." We haven't segregated the kids into girls and boys, they have been kids. We have all been jumbled up together and washed and dried TOGETHER. When it comes to chores, we ALL have them. When it comes to gadgets and goodies, we ALL have them. Of course we have to use our parental judgement on the age appropriateness of these items. For instance, Little Girl does not have a iTouch at 8 years old and Young Boy did not have a cell phone at 12. Big Girl is 18 and still does not have a car and that is fine for us and for her. Like her, myself and her dad drove the family vehicle until we could afford gas and insurance. We do not play favorites-we are a family.
I got up this morning and as I walked by my laundry room I noticed clothes overflowing the basket and thought, "wow, no matter how often I wash, dry and fold clothes they are right back in that hamper in no time. Now I am thinking " Gosh, no matter how lonely I felt nearly five years ago, I feel so overflowing now." My life is happy, I feel complete and the best part is that we all are a well blended family.
If you were a fly on my wall today you would see my basket overflowing- both in my heart and in my laundry room!
I better get up to that washing machine! Ciao!!
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