We were having one of those quieter, more boring days, the kind
of day that sometimes made me wonder what great adventures my friends I just
graduated with were experiencing. What places were they seeing, what things
were they learning, and what kinds of interesting people were they meeting in
their new successful careers?
Cody and Isabella were finishing lunch and I had just started yet another load of laundry. The kids were both eating and a little tired, so all was quiet for a moment. I was standing across the counter from Cody eating a turkey sandwich. He was eating his peanut butter and jelly and staring off into space. As I watched him I noticed that he was bouncing and kind of shaking his head. At the same moment I realized that I was doing the exact same thing. I wondered why we would both be unconsciously moving the same way when no music was playing.
Our laundry room shared a wall with our kitchen and it hit
me that the washing machine was chugging a little beat as the clothes swished
around inside. Cody and I were both moving to the beat of the washing machine!
I started to move a little more and got both the kids down from their seats.
The three of us had a full-on dance party right there in the middle of the
kitchen with only the laundry to accompany us. After that day, every laundry
day lunch time was a party. We started dancing to other beats we heard as well.
We moved to the beat as I chopped carrots or onions in my manual food processor,
danced to the dishwasher, and occasionally even boogied as we brushed our
teeth.
As I put the babies down for their naps after lunch that first
day, I thought again about all the adventures my friends were having and
realized that I was having the greatest adventure of all. Sometimes it’s hard
to hear the music and see past the dull routine of day to day tasks, but maybe
all we need to do is listen a little harder. Maybe the sound of the washing
machine is really the best beat of all.
