I love my appliances. They make our lives so much easier and predictable, usually. But, I've decided they are like an overly protective parent. They soothe. They help. They enable. They suck us into a false state of security. And then . . .
Have you ever known of an appliance that gives up the ghost at a convenient time? Like when you just got that $700 bonus and didn't have anything else to spend it on. Or maybe when your oh-so-handy brother-in-law came to visit and keeps looking for something to do?
The night before a trip out of town was not the best time for our dryer to call it quits.
With a few rattles, only a little louder than usual, it was done. No winding or slowing down. Just done.
Tom stood shaking his head and mourning the loss. Meanwhile, I got to work hanging up the towels in record time.
And you know what? It was kind of empowering! I knew what to do, how to do it, and did it! I wasn't going to let a dried up dryer get the best of me. "I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar!"
What works for me is to appreciate the seemingly old-fashioned skills Mama taught me. I never know when I might need them. What also works for me is to also appreciate the confidence Mama was embedding in me while she was teaching.
What is a Mama skill you've had to take out, dust off, and use recently? Did you smile a little as you used it, feeling little more empowered?
On Wednesday, I'll be linking this post to Giving Up on Perfect and Coffee for Your Heart.