The Reason I Fold His Clothes

 

As I fold The Hubs clothes, I'm constantly thinking about him. There's just something about his button down business shirts that cause me to pause and appreciate. I begin with the collar and then move my way to the shoulders and sleeves. Finally, I gently fold the shirt in half and smooth it out. It's his business shirts that allow me to recognize all his hard work. The collar symbolizes the stressful task of being "on" 24/7. I have seen him on countless phone calls, spend nights away from his family for work and recognize the desire he has to do his job well. The shoulders of his shirt is where he carries the burden to provide and the sleeves are for the arms that hold his wife and children.

 

 

I also pray for him as I fold. I thank God for him being a man that seeks after God's heart and I pray that Jesus would walk with him everyday. My heart softens at the thought of this man having once been a little boy. I can't help but think about his mother and how the thought would have crossed her mind, "Someday he's going to grow up and love another. I pray that she is good to him." How do I know she thought this? Because I have had this same thought with my own son. So you see, its my honor and privilege to love this man as his mother would have wanted. There is nothing more feminine than recognizing you can't do everything on your own. We need each other. He needs me to help him. He needs me to listen to him. He needs me to love him. And so with a thankful heart, I am happy to fold his clothes.

 

My Mother in Law and I





The Hubs is the one in the black vest with his arms relaxed on his Popaw.

Then the Lord God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone.
I will make a helper who is just right for him." Genesis 2:18

 

Nice and Neat or Crazy and Loved

I took about an hour and a half today putting away the kids' clothes and straightening their rooms. The older kids did help :) After I had finally completed the last kid's room I smiled with the thought of how nice and neat it was. But then I looked down and saw the mess of costumes and toys burying the closet floor.

I have to admit, I thought to myself,"Will I ever come to a point where everything is nice and neat?" My answer came to me quite quickly, "Enjoy this crazy time. Your kids are loved and happy. Yes, you used to be a clean freak but having kids has simmered you down quite a bit. It will be nice and neat when they are older and then you will be wishing for this crazy time again." To anyone having kids in the future, let the mess go. Clean and organize as you can but let the pressure to be perfect slip through your fingers. We were never meant to be perfect but a work in progress.