Every time London sees me washing dishes, cleaning out the tub, or washing clothes she’s extremely eager to help me out. Unfortunately she doesn’t know that she has about one more year until majority of this housework will be all hers. Oh, and that Braxx Man of mines will be indulging in some of the house work as well. But as much as I would love for her to assist me with the very things that I do hate, sometimes I decline her offer only because it takes me three times longer for me to finish what I was doing. However, last week I went back to working outside of the home and last Thursday was my very first “off day”. So I decided to stay home and tackle these Mount Everest Mountains that were made out of dirty clothes. I was determine to wash every little undie, fold every little t-shirt, and find a home to every missing sock. & surprisingly I was doing pretty well on time. The Facebook, Instagram, and Snap Chat demon didn’t call my name too many times, so I was able to finish almost everything. But then it was time for me to pick up London from school. When we got back home she seen that I was doing A LOT of laundry and of course wanted to help her Momma with it. Since my mountains of laundry had turned into level ground and all that was left to wash was whites - I was totally in a good mood and this time I accepted her request to help.
One scoop of Tide detergent and a cup of bleach had been deposited into the washer machine and now my London was all ready to go. Even though this was my last load it was a huge load. My husband has a ton of white t-shirts, beaters and countless pairs of white socks. As I looked at the corner of my eye I seen my London trying to pick up the whole load all at once.
She struggles out to say, “Mommy I can’t pick all of it up. Socks keep dropping and it’s too heavy for me to lift into the washer machine.” She was bummed and defeat was all over her face.
We’re coming up on a New Year and for some odd reason our minds instantly begin to focus on all of the things that HAVE to change. New diet plan, new friends or… “no new friends”, new goals, new vision boards, new way of thinking and the list of alterations goes on. & at the stroke of midnight of the “new” year we rapidly begin to go after all of the new ideas that we have put into place. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m a gigantic advocate of setting goals and coming up with a vision for your life. You’ll definitely see me back in the gym and eating much healthier along with the rest of the universe. My family and I are also wanting to purchase a home this year. But instead of trying to tackle each goal one by one, day by day, month by month. We do like my 5 year old London and attempt to pick up this huge load of goals and think we can successfully accomplish everything without making any mistakes or dropping anything on the way.
When teaching London how to do laundry, I instructed her that it’s much easier to deal with the load of clothes when you take from the top of the pile and you grab little by little. From that point on she became confident in what she was doing all because she had control over the garments, especially those crazy socks.
Got goals? That’s great! But give yourself a little grace when going after them. Tackle your goals and visions the same way you tackle your mountains of laundry. Day by day. Little by Little. & if you “drop a sock” here or there. Pick it up and keep on going.