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Saturday, March 12, 2016

The First Mop

I used to hate to mop.
It seemed such a waste of time.
I wanted to spend my free time either sleeping, or making memories with my children.
'Hey, Let's go to John Tanner tonight. I'll make some sandwiches."
They never argued, "Oh mom,no. Let's stay home and mop instead."

My interior was chaotic, but sitting next to the water calmed my soul.
When we got home, tired, sleepy, relaxed, after dark, you couldn't see the dirty floors.

Today, I picked up a brand new mop. Filled a bucket with warm water and Pine-Sol.
I peacefully pulled the mop across the floor, starting at the edges and wiping away smudges. Both doors open, the wind rushed through to keep me cool. My interior has peace, and the water in the bucket seems to cleanse not only my floor, but washes away the dark parts of my week.

Tanya Tucker and Hank Williams sing to me, from my favorite station, 'Classic Country.' I think of my mother, and her mopping days, and see the circle of life through the cotton mop.