Once again, a post about cleaning. Now how can anyone have so much to say about such a dirty job? Well as my first daughter-in-law has said, and she is a woman of few words, "you seem to have a story for everything." I think age has a lot to do with that or the fact that all of life is truly a story if you write it on your heart.
Number One son not only owns rent homes, which took me down nostalgia lane in the recent cleaning of a retro-70's home, but he is also a custom home builder. Excellence is his trademark. His newest spec-home is conveniently located two miles from my house, giving me plenty of chances to watch the construction. I either walk the four mile round trip to see the latest update or drive my car to catch the newest advancements in this house. From foundation to final paint, I have enjoyed the building of this recent property. I know my son is in his element because when you ask him how he can do it, he replies, "any monkey can do it!"... which translates, "it is easy for me, because I have this talent."
(Sometimes he asks for my opinion and lets me do some of the shopping, which is always fun.)As the finishing touches started going into place, he called his Mom again...to my delight...to clean it up for show. This time, it took me on a stroll down memory lane in the decade of the 80's! Stroll with me.........
While I was pregnant with "first born", I walked every night...per instructions from my doctor. Our whole neighborhood was booming with new houses under construction, one of which was a close friend's. I loved walking through the houses, watching all that was being done, inspecting each new development and designing the interior in my head. My steps slowed down as my pregnancy progressed. The very night I went into labor with our first born, I had just walked the neighborhood surveying houses...the smell of wood, freshly painted walls, sheet rock, carpeting and stone masonry remained when I fell asleep. Within just a few hours, I was delivering our first born son... God transformed a mother's delight into her son's destiny.
( My newest delight...Stephen helping at the stairs and Benjamin playing in the mud...brothers and Mom!)
As I started to clean his newest home, my mind wandered back 30 years ago to my new baby boy. Today, I stood sweeping the beautiful wooden floors in his latest construction project. His wife is expecting their son... she is at the same time in her pregnancy I was thirty years ago. Their son is due just days after my son's 30th birthday.
How many mothers get to share in their son's accomplishments in a field that they themselves enjoyed while that same son was in their womb?
Truly, building beautiful homes is his destiny. This past weekend, I stood there thinking...how awesome this is, to enjoy my son's accomplishments with him, just like I enjoyed others' works when he was being carried in my womb. To say the least...this cleaning was a complete fulfillment of the "great circle of life".
Will one of his sons carry on? We shall see... let's just say, Joshua already knows his screwdrivers.