Why Folding Laundry Makes Me Happy

by Dagmar Bleasdale on March 6, 2011

It happened again today: I caught myself feeling really happy while folding laundry.

It’s such an odd thing because I don’t particularly like folding laundry. Well, it’s not folding the laundry that makes me happy — somehow, looking at our clothes always makes me feel really grateful for all the things I have in my life.

Yes, there is a hole in my favorite socks and most of my son’s clothes are second-hand, but we have so much compared to other people.

Times have been tough and still are for so many Americans. Things could be much better financially for us as well, but we have a roof over our head, always a full fridge, and I own enough pants to last me a lifetime.

I never have enough time in the day to do all the things I want to do: become a better cook, sit down and read in German to my son, call my girlfriends, or write the five next blog posts I want to write.

My beloved car is 14 years old, my sunglasses are from the dollar store, my son has a tiny bedroom, and our living room is still not painted. But when I look around our home I decorated with love, I’m filled with gratitude.

I’m grateful for the simple train set my son loves to play with, for that little blue vase I just had to buy at a craft fair, and for my laptop that helps me do what I love — write my blog.

Another thing that makes me happy, which is just as random as folding laundry: hearing the wind howl outside in the middle of the night while I’m tucked under a warm blanket.

I’m not in Haiti or Africa or anywhere else where people’s living conditions are horrendous, and I’m lying next to the most precious four-year-old boy whose soft, little hands reach out for me in his sleep.

My son recently had to have surgery to have his tonsils taken out, and I’m so grateful he is otherwise a very healthy boy. While sitting in the surgery center, I was thinking of all the moms who deal with much more serious health issues of their children.

I don’t know how they are able to deal with all the worrying. I’m so blessed to have this little boy, and that he recovery so fast.

As moms, we are so busy all day — navigating motherhood and work, being a partner and friend, managing the never-ending household chores and errands — it’s hard to remember to take a deep breath sometimes.

The next time your toddler just won’t stop fussing, or your husband doesn’t replace the toilet paper, or you are annoyed while folding underwear for the hundreds time, look around and take stock of all you have in your life you can be grateful for.

And then stop folding the underwear.

Life is too short — just throw it in the drawer!

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kelly @kellynaturally March 13, 2011 at 6:01 AM

Thank you Dagmar. This was lovely. Gratitude is ALWAYS the right attitude to have.


Debbie March 13, 2011 at 5:02 AM

Love this post!


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