Thursday, August 16, 2012

Chop water, carry wood

Today is better. I'm finding my balance again. Thanks for your kind messages and comments.

When I feel anxious, I clean. It beats sitting there and letting my mind cycle through all the what ifs. So today I folded the laundry, swept up the kitchen floor, picked some mysterious blue substance out of the carpet in my son's room. Chop wood and all that.

Zen metaphors aside, there really is something grounding in doing chores. It makes me feel mildly virtuous and Amish-like. As if I'm putting the world back in order. I can imagine Mother Nature doing the same thing. Trailing along behind us righting fallen trees, smoothing out tire ruts, lifting stranded fawns over fences. Tsk tsking as she goes. It probably keeps her sane.

After I cleaned, I frosted some cupcakes that Danny and I had made the day before, and set them out on the table for the kids to decorate after school. 


Taken from an angle strategically designed to
hide the Halloween themed cupcake liners


I have a distinct memory of coming home from school when I was a kid and my mom sitting on the front porch, holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies still warm from the oven. She could be very Martha Stewart when the mood struck her.

My mom brought so much light into my world. I've never missed her as much as I have these past two years.

When the kids came home we set about making our creations. Do you see that tall jar of pearl nonpareils up there? We hadn't been at it more than 30 seconds when Anna accidentally tipped the whole thing over and a zillion tiny nonpareils scattered across the table and onto the floor. We all sat frozen for a second. Anna was trying not to cry. I think she thought I would be upset, but honestly I was trying not to laugh.

I got out the broom again. Have you ever tried to sweep up nonpareils? (I'm guessing not.) Well, you can't sweep them into a pile. I tried and only succeeded in scattering them in six hundred different directions. The cats started chasing them. I laughed, because the whole exercise felt like a metaphor for my life.

So I got on the floor with a dust pan and crawled around on my knees trying to corral them into the dustpan. I imagine we'll be finding them in little crevices for months to come.





22 comments:

  1. I have warm memories of coming home from school and mum giving us yummy home baked goodies.
    I did the same for my girl when she was little.Her favourite was my choc chip cookies.
    It is funny that I read this post today as my girl said to me just last night that she misses those times after school.
    Even though she is now 18,at uni and work you have prompted me to make them today so when she gets home we can share those old times again.
    Isnt it lovely that the most simple of things can make the most precious of memories for our children.
    I think it is so beautiful you do those things with your little ones and how you made fun memories out of the mess instead of a sad memory which many would have done.
    You are such a good mama.It is these things that will stick in their minds and bring a smile to their faces when they are grown and look back and remember.
    Thankyou for sharing...I will go bake now :)xx

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    1. Oh I'm so glad you were inspired to bake! I can tell you, as a former 18-yr-old daughter, that kids never outgrow the need for mothering. I didn't realize how much that meant until my mom died. It was like the sun had gone out.

      Thank you for your beautiful words. You are such a gorgeous person, Deb, always lifting others up with your words. x

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  2. Your kids are going to always remember how you cared for them, Kristin. The other stuff will affect them, sure, but not as much as your awesome parenty goodness. You're giving them what they need.
    xx

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    1. "Awesome parenty goodness" - that's going on my business card! x

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  3. Simply adore this post - for so many reasons. Thank you for this today (and i am thinking a wet tea towel thrown over those non pareils would do the trick LOL)

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    1. I would have needed a couple of king-size sheet tea towels! The pic above was taken post clean up. Thanks Deb, x.

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  4. Glad you are feeling better. The picture of the cat cracked me up!

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    1. The cats bring a lit of lightness and joy to the house. We love them!

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  5. Oh the down-up-downs of your blog, Kristin! The photo of the kitty made me smile. And the image you paint with your words, about Mother Nature cleaning to keep herself sane... oh! Brilliance. I think you must be right there.

    xxxxx Thinking loving thoughts your way. I'm always here (like.... always.... depressingly so, chained to the computer for work and procrastinating by visiting blogs and writing sites....) so please email me whenever the mood strikes. I hope you're feeling much more centred again very soon.

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    1. We need to Skype soon (as opposed to just talking about skyping)!Can you imagine having to clean up after us lot? I wouldn't want her job. It's not all cuddling bunnies, you know.

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  6. Doing chores, baking... these are all positive actions. They beat sitting around feeling defeated. The fact you do all this is a testament to your incredible spirit.

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    1. I feel like I should be paying you for all these nice compliments!

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    2. I feel like I should be paying you for all these nice compliments, Steve!

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  7. I was trying to work out what on earth nonpareils were until I saw the cat playing with them. We call them hundreds & thousands here. I woke to the sound of a mischievous giggle about a year ago and came downstairs to find my then 3 year old and a whole tub of 100's & 1000's all over the table and his face. I always clean them up with the vacuum cleaner.
    Home baking with the kids is such a good thing to do. I have fond memories of doing that with my mum and brother when we were little. I just wish I had more patience to do it with mine...

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    1. Oh, that's funny! I've always wondered what hundreds & thousands were! You say tomato....

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  8. I have tried to sweep them up! For the bake sale some months ago after we knocked them over. And yes we are still finding them occasionally.

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    1. We should start a club, Rhonda (or a support group)! See, the healing power of blogging at work - bringing together those with shared experiences!

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  9. I can only imagine how desperately you have needed your mum.

    xxx

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    1. I wish you couldn't imagine that so well, H. xo

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  10. Certainly looks like it pleased the cat! Cakes should be involved in every single metaphor, in my opinion.

    Good luck with those crevices

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    1. You can never have too many cakes (or metaphors). I'm not saying anything more about crevices...

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  11. Definitely a metaphor for your life! And if you don't laugh, you will cry. One day I spilled an entire 2kg tub of honey on the kitchen floor. I just walked away from it and laughed until tears came. I needed some space to pretend it didn't happen until finally I came back to it and painstakingly cleaned it all up. Sticky sticky floor.

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