Success!

I have an admission to make. Not a confession, because this is a good thing, and no shame here.
I like ironing. I Like it. I LIKE it.
(I still remember ironing for my brother when I stayed with his family one summer. It was that wonderful.)
So this weekend I ironed the pile of clothes that had built up over the past week. I turned on the radio and went to town.
I find ironing relaxing. And it gives me a great time to just think.
For some people, the shower is The Place to come up with ideas. For me, ironing is when I get some good thoughts.
A song came on the radio - Small Town USA - by Justin Moore. I started thinking of growing up in a small town in southern Oregon. At the time I wanted out (like he sings in the song) but now I look back with fondness. I had a great home, land to run around on, mud pies to make, cow pies (dried!) to throw, mud to squish in between my toes. Of course, there was a lot of work to be done, but I remember getting dirty. And I began to think of my own children. Do they get dirty? Do they get time and place to play in the dirt? Do we have them in to much scheduled stuff? As a parent, I am focused most of the time, on getting the next chore done, finishing the school for the day, getting the next meal prepared, washing the clothes (all things that need to be done on a continuous basis.) So I think sometimes I lose sight of the kids as kids, not mini-adults. Sometimes I need to let them run a little wild. So after talking these thoughts through with my husband, maybe I will be taking more field trips this year. Maybe I will be scheduling in more unscheduled time. I've been doing it for myself lately, so now I might just pass it on to the children.
And all that from ironing.