Mom- this post is for you! (And yes, that really is my bed.)
Growing up, there was always a constant battle between my Mom and I. The bed. She wanted my bed made every day. I didn't (and still don't) see the point. She would say she hated to walk by and see and unmade bed. My solution- close the door. I would remind her that it was my room and she would always trump me with the fact that it was her house. I still don't remember actually making it much. Usually it was the obligatory throw of the comforter over it all to at least cover it up. As an adult I still rarely make my bed and I don't force my kids to make their's either. I mean, what's the point? It's not like reusing a dirty dish or putting on dirty clothes. I still sleep great in it at the end of the day.
A couple of days ago we had a home visit from our adoption caseworker. It was one of those visits where they tour your house, go through your cupboards, and ask tons of personal, uncomfortable questions. Feeling totally inadequate, I decided I had better make my bed for the occasion. It only took a few minutes and it looked really nice! As I admired it, I thought, "Hey, maybe I'll make this again tomorrow!". As I left the room I thought it couldn't hurt to listen to Mom and maybe TRY to make it once in a while. I went downstairs to check the boys rooms and Nate proudly proclaimed "I made my bed! If my bed is made and my room is nice she will probably want to give us a baby". As I stood there thinking of the hundreds of reasons that she might not want to give us a baby, bed making didn't really make the list. So- sorry Mom. The kids still don't have to make their beds and I haven't made mine since. Steve has though, so maybe there is hope for me yet.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Bed
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To my most awesome daughter......As the years have gone by and beds are made or unmade.....I have to confess that the root of the unmade bed goes even further back to my own mother requiring that the beds be made...
Also a little more incentive might be the fact that we lived up by the mountain and mother would constantly remind us that the "spiders,bugs and whoever knew what else" would have a harder time crawling in a bed that was made each day.......
So beds got made and that old saying of "not doing what your mother did" caused me to think it a good idea to make the bed.
Awesome picture it is Miss Jennifer.....even if it was for a short time.
I am so with you on the bed making thing. It does look nice when it's made, but it seems a little pointless! I usually make mine, but I'm not going to battle Ivy over making hers.
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