Thursday, February 4, 2010

Washing Dishes

“Mom…I’m going to wash the dishes.”

As simple as that.  As matter of fact as that.  Oh what beautiful words.  I know that in the years to come as dish washing becomes a chore on her chart that it may not be met with the same enthusiasm that it has found recently.  But I’ll take it! 

 January 057

There is magic in water.  I’ve said it before…and I believe it more everyday!  Soft warm sweet smelling pruny fingered magic.  Even just a simple dish washing can calm and center a scattered little mind.  And let’s face it…with so many days restricted to the indoors by the biting cold we are all getting a bit scattered! 

So fill up the sink with warm soapy water.  Dump in some things to wash…whether dirty or not, and a handmade cloth. I’ll admit that we have difficulty keeping water in the sink at times…but we’re getting better!  We keep towels on hand and little hands take responsibility for spills.  Now watch the magic of water! 

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believe me dish washing calms scattered BIG minds too! i never tackle a big pile of dishes enthusiastically - but afterwards i always wonder why i don't handwash ALL my dishes!
This might be just what we need this morning. thanks.
Usually my husband has dish duty, but when I need some calming energy, I tackle the pile and I always feel better.
Oh, I so love when my children want to do the dishes. It is normally a huge mess, but so much fun. And you are right, there is just magic in the water
I can't say as either of my children have asked to do dishes on their own, but all I typically have to do is start doing them myself and they come running from all corners of the house.
You're so right! Even my MIL, who finds 'messy' children's activities challenging (actually any 'messy' activities- she peels potatoes with rubber gloves on and won't make pastry or scones because you have to get your hands in!) can handle this, because it cleans the floor as you go along. She and my little boy spent a happy hour last time we visited, him sploshing suds about, her standing on guard with a mop and cloth. He didn't seem bothered by her vigilance- every so often, when his feet got soggy he would look at her expectantly and wait for her to wipe the chair seat he was standing on for him!

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