today i meant business. so much so i havent a single picture to illustrate that point so paint a picture in your mind will ya.
i put on my apron and it stayed on all day. that should tell you something. (ok, i guess i have a picture of my apron)
when i was younger my dad would tell us stories about two strong women: his mother, vela washburn hawkins and his grandmother, wasel amelia black washburn. these ladies didnt fuss. they didnt sit around feeling depressed or sorry for themselves. they didnt have a chance because they rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
he said most days, growing up on the church ranch in florida (my grandpa managed it for the lds church) he would come home from school to see all the clothes washed, pressed and hanging up, smell the fresh baked bread, see the sparkling clean house, the babies playing around the porch, and see his mother fanning herself from a hard days work. she fed neighbors, she managed seven children (i think i have that right), she helped those around her, she taught her kids to "be the best one there" (and that isnt a competitive phrase... it's a moral one), she encouraged them all to play instruments and sing, all of them married in the temple, all who could served missions, all have their education, all are outstanding. she learned this from her mother, wasel, who did the same. they both fed herds of people on a daily basis, cleaned little hands and faces, and instructed with stern love and wisdom.
almost fifty years later, ambrose and i got home from a day of fun at preschool, we played some more, we ate lunch, we cleaned up, then we read books and ambrose was down for a nap... I HAD TWO HOURS TO GET IT ALL DONE! i channeled great grandma wasel and grandma vela, put on my apron and got to work.
the day is done. i am exhausted. the house is sparkling clean, the laundry is done, neatly folded and put away, the dishes are done, you could eat off my floor, the baby is fed, clean and ready for bed soon, and i didnt get it perfect- but i made wasel's heavenly biscuits. you family members reading this know what i am talking about. it was my first time, i was nervous, i know how to do better next time, but they are pretty dang good.
i dont think i will have a day like this everyday. i dont live on a ranch in the fifties, i dont have seven kids, and i have a dishwasher (thank heavens). but today i felt connected to my grandma and great-grandma and i think there is something to be said for homemaking and picking real life heroes to pattern your life after. i am a 24 year old mother and housewife for crying out loud. if i cant find a realistic role model then i'm left feeling out of place and strange in a world where i am a novelty. according to most standards i should be chasing my wildest dreams around the world in a mess of insecure expereinces and emotions... figuring myself out.
today i am thankful for wasel washburn and vela hawkins. they are my past and they help me feel right about my present and ready for the future.
i hope everyone can find a realistic and worthy role model in their lives and channel them as they navigate their way through the day to day. it made me feel good today. you deserve to feel good too!