Just Write {27}

“I’m going to live my life inspired. Look for the holy in the commonplace. Open the windows and feel all that’s honest and real until I’m truly amazed.” ~Sara Groves

Elsie and I went with my Dad to visit my Grandma. She had knee surgery a few weeks ago and you should see her. She’s such a spitfire, she’s already walking with no limp behind her wheeled walker chair thingy. We talked about how it’s so warm for a Minnesota March and she said, It’s kind of scary and I said, Yeah! It is! It just feels so strange.

It feels like July or August and so it’s like Minnesota has been tricked or like something daunting is happening. I don’t know why exactly, it just feels that way. Even though we’re REALLY enjoying the unnatural weather.

The windows have been open for days and all the winter things are flying out and around with the breeze. Like under-the-bed dust bunnies, rushing across the wood floors while the curtains billow up and out in the open.

We take turns sneezing at all the sneaky dust. We take turns watching the dust in the sunlight and saying it’s so much! You know how it is when your heart and mind haven’t been able to breathe for a while, things just pile up and get stuck inside? It’s the same for houses.

Spring cleaning feels so good.

After wiping and sweeping and doing all the other things that are daily, we take a walk in the evenings. The other night, Miles and I had races and he beat me every single time. He is so fast for being six and the way he gets so proud of himself makes me happy for him while I also have mothering thoughts like I hope he doesn’t get all arrogant. Then I tell myself to stop worrying, to just pat him on the back and tell him he’s good at so many things. One of the exhausting things about motherhood is that tendency to be both happy about something and concerned at the same time, looking at everything from all angles and possibilities and trying to teach the right thing on account of all the things going through your head.

Every child has so many parts to them and to their lives and then they have a thousand things happening in their worlds all in one day and they experience it uniquely, just like we do. There we are, seeing it and feeling it with them while living our own at the same time.  And then the weather doesn’t match the place and time and something feels off.

So we open all the windows and we see what needs to be done like we open our hearts and minds to letting go. Out from under, released, my head all aflutter with dust. Sneeze. Shake it off. Move on.

Spring cleaning feels so good.

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