Saturday, February 28, 2009
Changing bedsheets
Changing bedsheets for the first time in my life today was, lifechanging. It was the most motherly moment of my life. I felt, for the first time, like I was waiting for my husband to come home, hearing his rattling keys by the front door. Like my kids were off at some lame school camp and wouldn't be home till Sunday. Like the house, for that moment, belonged just to my husband and I. And there I was, making fresh sheets for the bed. There was nothing that pleased me more than the smell of clean bedsheets. I felt responsible. I felt like I had a duty I've never wanted so badly to fulfill. I felt like I could have sacrificed anything and everything for my family, like I would have spent the rest of my life on my family. Photoframes neatly placed on top of the piano - Nate's first day of school, Dan tugging Sam's hair, Sam's 3rd birthday, the three of them in the rainbow sunglasses we bought for them last Christmas, a photo of all five of us having a picnic at Botanic Gardens. I was in Love with my family which has yet to exist.
Then again, maybe I'd just make a really great chambermaid!
tried to hunch; 9:15 PM
