I stood alone in the steamy laundry room transferring wet clothes to the dryer, chasing down abandoned socks and dryer lint. From the other room the voice of my four year old wafted in as she played with her one year old brother,
“Go see Mommmyyyyyy…she’s in WONDERland!!”
I stopped, hunched over, a pair of sopping wet kitty-panties in one hand, a slightly-grayed white polo shirt in the other.
Humph. Wonderland? Try again, sweetheart. I grumbled to myself. I’d love an all expense paid trip to Wonderland right about now!
But as I scooped and folded, scrapped lint and emptied water tanks, I began to think … I am washing a third load of my children’s clothing, and have one more to go. I have running water and electricity to power a tumble dryer. There are moms a mere few miles down the road from me who would love the luxury of being able to grumble about having to do too much laundry; because that would mean their child had more than one outfit to wear to school.
I thought back through the years about how not once have my children had to wear dirty clothes or go hungry because of the lack of food or facilities. My lack of organization, or their lack of interest in trying something new, maybe, but not because we didn’t have the option.
My heart was transported back even further in time to when I was expecting our first child. I was a school teacher by trade, and I remember lying in bed night after night begging God through tears to please, please, please work things out so I could stay at home with my baby.
Here I am, 7 years and three children later blessed to stay at home to be with them all the time. To take them to school and be here when they come home. To sit on the couch and read that Care Bears book. Again. I am home to be able to wash clothes and dishes, tie shoes, wipe snot. My children are healthy and happy, despite what they might say when brother or sister takes their book or changes the channel on the telly.
I have a husband who loves me, loves his children and works hard to make sure we are provided for, safe, and growing in God. And our children know Mommy and Daddy will both always be there, together, come what may.
As I fold the last of the princess night gowns and press the still-warm-from-the-dryer fabric to my chest it hits me,
I really am in Wonderland.
Jen is your typical American wife and mother living life, raising kids, and working, only she’s doing it in Ireland. She has been married to the love of her life, Seth, for 11 years and is extremely blessed to be mom to two delightful little girls and one hilarious little man. Jen passionately loves the Lord, her family, music, dance, writing, coffee and chocolate (not always in that order). She writes at This Gal’s Journey and you can find her on twitter @thisgalsjourney and Facebook.
What about you? Have you discovered your WONDERland?