I am so happy right now. We have been living in this home for almost three years and in that time I haven't had a clothes line. We just couldn't figure out how to put one up or where. Finally this morning as I was doing laundry, the idea of how to do it came into my mind and I went right to work while the idea was still fresh. The clothes line extends all the way around this shade structure and as I was hanging up some sheets, my soul was filled with peace. I know I've written about it before, but there's something very therapeutic about hanging clothes on the clothes line.
I've been doing a lot of things the old way lately -things I used to do but moved away from because of convenience. We are trying to save money where ever we can so that we can make it through this trial of underemployment as Bryce gains experience and education for his new career. Everything he is doing is absolutely worth it because in the long run it will be better for him (because he will be doing something he loves) and we will be better able to support our family. So in the mean time I've gone back to making our own tortillas instead of buying the pre-made-you-cook ones from Costco (aren't those delicious by the way?), making our own bread (sometimes I would get lazy and just buy it), back to making my own laundry detergent, making our own granola bars, homemade yogurt and anything else that I can make rather then spend the money to buy it.
So, enter the clothes line. I know that perhaps drying clothes on the line won't save me that much in the long run but for me it's a symbol of hope and self reliance. I have hope that things will get better and hanging the clothes on the line brings peace to my heart and a sense of being self reliant. We can do all we can to take care of our family even when things are tight and our family will still have everything they need -love, shelter, food and clean clothes.
Another thing that was magical as I hung up clothes was the fact the Taz (Baby H) was so excited. I hadn't realized before today that he'd never experienced what it was like to have a clothes line. The other three kiddos have memories of playing through the sheets as they blew in the breeze. It was so sweet to listen as Princess explained to Taz what a clothes line was and how we used to have one at "the old house."
I hadn't realized the memories I am creating for my kids. We may not be able to always go on awesome vacations and my kids certainly don't have the coolest toys, but they have something pretty unique to a lot of other kids their age. They are learning what to do when you run out of propane for a week and have to heat all your water for baths and washing dishes (yes, that recently happened). They are learning how to take care of animals and have respect for the contribution they make through eggs or meat. They are learning the importance of clearing brush for fire protection and the role it plays in the health of the trees and plants we leave to grow. They are learning so much by being able to live out here in the country and learning more as we make efforts to save money. Hopefully these will be lessons they can take with them into adulthood and be more adaptable and capable because of it.
So, clothesline=hope and self reliance. That's my take on it.