Having had four kids in less than 2 years, laundry baskets have always represented the amount of “ order” I was able to maintain in my life. Actually laundry baskets and the dishwasher. And bananas. But this is about laundry baskets.
The little baby clothes, and tiny socks were quickly replaced with “play clothes” and bigger socks. Then came the hockey clothes, the lacrosse stuff, soccer socks and dance leotards. Just like life as we get older so do the kiddos, and there was a Rhythm to the laundry. A scheduled that represented a sense of security. Put a load in the washer before bed every night, move wet into Dryer, fold the clothes in the dryer. Everyday. Currently half of these guys are in college and reappear throughout the year with laundry. I realized yesterday as I was doing the laundry dance – washer, dryer, fold – their clothes, their smells have all changed. When I wasn’t there. And this laundry basket was telling me their stories, their own “fashion” choices, the underwear (a whole story unto itself), and I felt happy to have this chance to look at where they are in life. I felt as if the laundry was telling me their story. Of the year at college, away on their own, launching into adults, becoming good humans.
Marie Kondo talks about items that bring you joy and touching them with joyful hands. That’s how I’ve felt, touching each pair of pants (maroon skinny jeans for boy), each sorority sweatshirt (it doesn’t say eat mom, it’s SDT), folding boxers for young man and thongs for a young lady. I felt joy. I realized I was smiling with each item I folded. Feeling like I was seeing their time away from home. Becoming adults.
Today, I am thankful for the laundry baskets.