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a basket full of roses
February 12, 2010

First, these three little flowers won the postcard/potholder giveaway:

1. Ann said…

a Dig potholder!!!!! pick me, pick me. I wouldn’t want to use it for fear of spoiling it. it would probably be hung up like a piece of fine art.

2. Missoula Mama said…

I love your list. I will be 40 in a few months – the idea is a bit much for me, even though I’ve never, ever cared before. So I’m going to use your idea. I may even start now…40 is a pretty big number! (but not compared to the number of blessings in my life)

3. 6512 and growing said…

Happy Birthday and what a beautiful life you’ve dug for yourself.
Wishing you many more successful jogs with the girls!

Congrats ladies! Send your addresses to me: digthischick at gmail dot com.

:: :: ::

Margot continually teaches me to stop and smell the roses. And not just a passing uh huh yeah those smell nice as I follow my thoughts to the next task. But an oh yes wow let’s just sit still and practice total olfactory immersion. I don’t have a damn place I need to be that’s more important than smelling these roses.

She’s got powers like that.

A few days ago Ruby was napping and I set about to put away the mountain of laundry in my room. The laundry that I had been placing on my bed every morning for days, encouraging myself to put it away. But then it would all of the sudden be 4:45pm and I’d scoop that growing mountain right back into the basket.

I was on a Laundry Mission and Margot did not choose to accept it. She wanted to play. I fought it, sternly telling her to leave mama’s laundry alone. And then I realized I was being an asshole. Isn’t this why I am alive? To play?

And so we tossed the neatly folded piles around the room like confetti, did belly flops on the sun-drenched mattress, hid beneath the basket and tickled for over an hour.

More again mama, she kept pleading.

And at 4:45 I scooped the messy pile back off the bed saving it for another day. If I get around to it.

Life is best when I roll around in the joy of little things, when I take the opportunity to participate in a my daughter’s fascination and happiness with a basket.

A rose’s perfect fragrance is fleeting. And once time erodes the petal’s delicate flesh, the smell is forever gone.

A good reminder: stop and smell those roses. I never regret it.

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25 Comments


Domestic Diva
February 12, 2010 at 3:12 PM

sweet post and oh so true! i’m leaving a crazy messy house to have a pj morning at the neighbor’s. and after this post, i can’t get out fast enough! (i was just gonna pick up a couple things.)

happy day to you …



Joan
February 12, 2010 at 4:10 PM

Well put Daughter in Law. Margot’s enthusiasm is hard to resist. Who needs toys when there is a fresh load of clean clothes and a basket and a willing mama XOXO



Melissa
February 12, 2010 at 4:54 PM

yes, they love the laundry pile! and i caught myself in a similar moment, snapping at Avi because he was pushing over the pile i had folded and stacked (he loves to dive into the pile) and then having that realization–who cares about the folded laundry? we can just fold it again, right? i imagine it’s his urban version of diving into a pile of leaves. i mean, he really loves it. there’s nothing better than these moments!

have a great weekend! xo



Nicole S
February 12, 2010 at 4:59 PM

Dig – I found you via Kelle at enjoying the small things. Love your blog and your post today really hit home! Just this morning instead of rushing to get ready for the day and out the door I took a minute or ten and played with my son. We crawled back into bed, hid under the covers, made a fort, tickled and laughed like crazy. Been having a better day since.

By the way . . . Your girls are gorgeous! Your photos are great too! Thanks for the uplifting words and inspiration!

-Nicole πŸ™‚



jen
February 12, 2010 at 7:28 PM

i always try to remember the quote about the housework will wait for the rainbow … but a rainbow can’t wait for the housework …

and then i just usually leave the laundry for when jeremy finally returns home.



Holly Days Closet
February 12, 2010 at 7:45 PM

She is as cute as can be.
Holly



Catherine
February 12, 2010 at 8:56 PM

Oh! What a great reminder! I need to be reminded 100 times a day… Why is it so hard to play when we become parents! How did I become such a party pooper overnight…?



FinnyKnits
February 12, 2010 at 9:43 PM

Totally right – you never hear deathbed confessions like, “I really wish I’d put away that laundry instead of playing with my kids.”

Enjoy πŸ™‚



Earth Mama
February 12, 2010 at 10:07 PM

oh, so, true. As I glanced around my house today noting our mountain of laundry since xmas, the kitchen full of dirty dishes…I thought the same thing. Who cares. It can wait.

:)Lisa



Ann
February 12, 2010 at 10:53 PM

I can’t believe I won. I have a new most prized posession. I can’t wait to see it. I know your family is so thankful that you quit your job but BOY OH BOY so is your blog community!



Marcy
February 12, 2010 at 11:20 PM

Love the “then I realized I was being an Asshole” I can totally hear you “Margot LEAVE the laundry ALONE, Go Play with your toys” I can hear myself saying the same thing. Still laughing!



Jean
February 13, 2010 at 12:05 AM

It is so true, you can sail anywhere in a laundy basket, you little rose-smellers, you!



Melissa W.
February 13, 2010 at 4:05 AM

Wow, you just reminded me that I was a total asshole today. “Please, Mama, me stir!” “No, you dump. Mama stirs.” Over and over and over. Ugh. Thank you!



6512 and growing
February 13, 2010 at 4:07 AM

So well said (and great illustrations too). I feel like I have that same epiphany every week, then forget it and become mean mommy and then remember and have so much fun I want 10 more kids.



Katie (Mama May I)
February 13, 2010 at 4:17 AM

Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to admit that Sullivan has never once slept in the pack-n-play at the end of our bed. It has housed my laundry (clean and unclean) since the week he was born. Theo plays in that pack-n-play every day. And every day, my clothes are some new crazy thing…most recently he’s been jumping in with the mounds of clothes saying..,just pulling into the garage, mom.
I love it!
You are so right. It totally doesn’t matter.
Happy Weekend!



TRB Holt
February 13, 2010 at 1:58 PM

Simply a beautiful and oh so important message here Burb….one we need to exercise of every day……you have one of the most flowing ‘bouquets’ of all.

xoxo~Love to all my Holt-Cline Valentines!



Montana4me
February 13, 2010 at 2:43 PM

Great post and great pictures! Heck, even I wanted to jump in the basket. Thanks for a good start to my day.



Sarah { bee house hives }
February 13, 2010 at 3:25 PM

Yay to the winners! I am happy Rachel was one of them.. what a sweet girl she is!

Yes..about that laundry. Mae and Otto have been using our pile to hide in… it is still there and I am on my way to a massage. πŸ™‚ Maybe when it reaches the ceiling?



cake
February 15, 2010 at 1:53 AM

thanks for that.



Joanna
February 15, 2010 at 2:02 AM

beautiful reminder. I’ve been an asshole lately too, thanks for the check in.



Anonymous
February 16, 2010 at 8:30 AM

Thanks so much for this perfectly executed reminder, Nicci! Really so true and super helpful (and comforting!) for those of us continual fretters over what’s left undone. Dude, I am always glad I left it for another day to squeeze my sweetheart or read a good book. yay for you! (And lucky, lucky Margot.)



brandy
February 16, 2010 at 6:16 PM

I so love your blog! I laughed out loud when the realization, “I was being an asshole,” materialized, because I don;t know how many times a day I realize that and have to stop and do things not unlike littering the room with the last few day’s clean laundry with my crazy little 3 year old. I am sooo pregnant and sooo done with it right now, so I have to remind myself, “Don’t be an asshole,” like 15 times a day so I don’t hurt my daughter’s little feelings by rejecting her idea to play, for the thousandth time, Strawbrerry Shortcake Memory In the Box for Mama and Eva Game. Go you and go Margot!



Janine Evans
February 19, 2010 at 12:43 AM

“and then I realized I was being an a**hole.” you’re hilarious! and, totally inspiring, as usual.
πŸ™‚



jolene
February 26, 2010 at 5:19 PM

you are amazing.



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