Monday, June 17, 2013

Dirty Windows, Clean Souls?

A mean game of kickball in the backyard!

Bob, of Bob's Windows, handed me a bill.  He looked pooped.  Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and pooled on his cheeks.

He stammered, "When was the last time you washed your windows?"

For a split second, I considered rolling off my tongue, "Just a few months ago, why?"  But then I thought the better of it.  I imagined a man who specializes in making things transparent would easily see through my little white lie.  Honestly, presidential elections and olympic events happen more frequently than a window wash in our home.

I felt sheepish about my deep domestic inadequacies and pondered how best to explain myself to Bob.  I opted for the truth and put it in words he could understand.

"You see Bob," I began.  "The last decade of my life has mirrored the surface of my windows; It's all been a haze.  Frankly, the windows never reached the top of my to do list." (Truthfully, they never landed on the list AT ALL.)  In between birthing/feeding/diapering/toilet training/schooling/disciplining/and so forth, the windows never became a priority.

Bob shot me a disappointed glance.

The thing is, I won't apologize for my dirty windows.  I'm glad that I spent more of my time working on the reflections of four little souls, rather than the sheen from the glass.  At the end of the day, if they shine brighter than the windows, then I'm happy.   

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