I beamed with satisfaction as I folded the last pair of socks. Feeling a renewed sense of vigor, I decided to get a head start on tomorrow’s laundry.
I turned to my daughter, who was sitting in the chair reading, and asked, “Would you mind grabbing the clothes from your hamper, as well as your brother’s and sister’s?”
My eager beaver raced from the room. A second later, she was back, pushing a bulging hamper with all her might. My eyes widened with shock.
“Wow. Thanks! I—” I began.
“Hang on! I’ll be right back with the rest!” she called, racing off again.
How could there possibly be more?
I gazed open-mouthed on the new mound of clothing. With three kids in the house, I sometimes wonder if the laundry has babies of its own.
Ah, Laundry—the chore that never ends.
Whether it’s Christmas time or laundry time, the demands of life provide abundant source material for complaining.
“Do I have to buy a present for Uncle Herbie?”
“Ugh. Why do they put up decorations before Halloween??”
“I still haven’t finished my Christmas cards and I only have 17 more days!”
“Why do these charities keep pestering me for money when I hardly have enough to buy our gifts?!”
“Look out… Aunt Mildred made her eggnog again…”
The question is, will we choose to spend our lives complaining about everything, or will we change our outlook?
Let’s go back to laundry. I could easily crack a hundred complaints—disguised as jokes—to bear up under my clothing load, but I would gain far more benefit if I chose to wear gratitude, rather than grumbling, as the prized garment of my heart.
Here is what I should remember as I look at my laundry pile:
I have a family.
There are children who would love to have parents. There are adults who long to have children. There are parents who miss their grown children and would happily wash their dirty socks again, just to have them around. Single people long to be married and widows miss their spouse. My laundry pile stands as a tangible reminder that I have people in my life at this moment to love and care for. Instead of grumbling about the chore, I should give thanks today for the blessing of having my spouse and children with me.