My quilt project this year is rather unique.
Normally when I make a quilt block you can see the quilt’s design – Ohio star, log cabin, 9 patch.
But these quilt blocks look odd – almost like a mistake.
It’s only when you put them together that you see the pattern.
Each individual quilt block becomes a part of the bigger picture.
Stars are formed.
Random squares are joined to make paths and outline.
Each individual block makes sense when it becomes a part of the whole.
So often there are seasons in life that are just like my quilt blocks – on their own they don’t make sense.
They look odd and out of context.
They seem to be a mistake.
We wish we could design them differently – rearrange the situations, change the outcomes, make each one pretty in it’s own way.
But God – the master Designer – saw the big picture.
He knew how the individual parts would come together.
He would make the shadows into stars.
And define them with light.
A perfect plan.
It’s always a good idea to use your head while cleaning.
Not that I do. Actually – I spend a great deal of time daydreaming and planning and talking and singing and don’t always pay attention to what I’m doing.
Like on Saturday.
I was almost done cleaning the bathroom when I saw a spot on the mirror. I had a towel in my hand so I just reached over to wipe it off.
And when I reached over to wipe it off, the other end of the towel just happened to brush the top of the sink and knock over my ceramic soap dispenser.
Which just happened to crash to the tile floor and break.
Which spilled hand soap everywhere.
I had just filled it.
Did I start thinking then? No. Of course not. I immediately took the large super fluffy bath towel in my hand and started to mop up the soap.
It wasn’t until I put the towel in the sink to rinse it that I realized my mistake. An entire soap dispenser full of soap makes a lot of bubbles.
A LOT of bubbles.
So many bubbles it took me 45 minutes of rinsing and squeezing to finally feel safe enough to put it in the washing machine. (That Brady Bunch episode when Bobby puts all the soap in washing machine and the bubbles flooded the room made a huge impression!)
The funny thing is – this is not the first time I’ve broken a ceramic soap dispenser. I replaced our plastic ones with ceramic a few years ago thinking the kids were old enough now to not break them.
They are – but I’m not. I’ve broken every single one.
And all while cleaning.
The score stands- kids: 0, mom: 9.
Jan’s comment? “Plastic works well. ”
And so it does. Which is a good thing – because sometimes this momma is a bubble head!
My project this month is the attic.
Angel Girl got things started for me – sorting through the things that have a designated place and just needed to go back.
But my job is harder. I’ve been working my way through the piles of stuff that don’t have a home.
The flotsam and jetsam of a family that somehow ended up in the attic.
The orphan shoe.
The pretty ribbon saved from a package.
Scraps of wrapping paper.
An old clock radio.
A cassette tape.
The box of curtains I bought – but never quite got hung.
A random toy horse.
The reproduction fife we bought Matt on vacation when he was four that a sibling later squished.
Random bits and pieces of life, overlooked, outgrown and unneeded on a daily basis.
Every piece must be touched and evaluated .
A million tiny decisions.
The garbage pile gets bigger.
The donate pile tips over.
And there – on a small pile – are the treasures.
The few nuggets worth saving in the piles of stuff.
I am an avid list maker.
Every morning I sit down with my tea and a piece of paper and make a list of things to accomplish that day.
The kids tease me and often decorate my daily to-do sheet. They have even been known to add things like “install indoor pool” and “”fly to Paris”.
Most days my list is helpful and keeps us all on track.
But not always.
I had written a rather ambitious list the other day – but things just didn’t go as planned.
It was after lunch when I realized the only thing that we had accomplished was breakfast dishes and now the kitchen was an after lunch disaster.
I stared at my list for a few seconds discouraged.
Then I grabbed a pen and started writing the things that I had accomplished.
drink tea – check
time in the Word – check
sit at the table over lunch and talk with my teens – check
eat chocolate – check
laugh – check
There. I felt better now. I had accomplished something after all.
Now to add a few more must-do’s to this new improved list –
read a happy book – check
snuggle in a grandma quilt – check
doodle mindlessly – check
eat more chocolate – check
drink more tea – check
Now that’s a list to make me smile.
I finished it.
Pedro’s quilt is on his bed.
It’s not perfect.
Actually – it’s full of mistakes.
But it’s also full of love.
And prayers for his future.
Pedro graduates in less than three weeks and my role as his teacher will end.
But I will always be his mom.
No matter where he journeys in life – he will take a part of my heart with him.
And this quilt.