lovely ironing image found here
where a post about who irons and who doesn't was actually conducted!
(A Poem by Nan Keltie found here)
I can almost see her ironing oh-so-many years ago,
A laundry basket parked nearby, she's listening to the radio.
Her handy water bottle had a stopper-cap with holes,
She always sprinkled every piece before she pressed our clothes.
If ironing unlocks wrinkles, then my Mama was the key!
Our ruffled dresses came out crisp, and shirts were wrinkle-free.
I loved to watch my mother as she did this "work of art," Both hands busy, pressing, turning, smoothing every part.
I yearned to do it just like that, and begged to try that day,
So Mama gave me handkerchiefs and taught me the right way.
I soon moved up to Daddy's T-shirts, pillowcases, too,
We ironed everything back then; it was the thing to do.
My Mama's work of ironing was her way of loving us,
She did it with a joyful heart; we never heard her fuss.
Her old ironing board survived, though it has lost its pad.
It represents those years ago - the simpler life we had.
Back then when life was focused on your home and people there,
I think when Mama ironed for us, she prayed this little prayer:
"Dear Lord, I'm pressing clothes again! I know you will not mind,
There's something special I must ask. Would You please be so kind,
To bless our family of eight? I love each one, you see,
And ironing is my time for prayer, it works out perfectly."
I'm thankful for these memories, how Mama cared for us!
She did it with a joyful heart; I never heard her fuss.
After reading this poem this morning, I thought it would be nice to share it with you. I just love the heart of Nan's mother! What a woman! Ironing is one of my least favorite things to do - though I do love the outcome! - and this poem is a good reminder that time spent ironing can (and should) be used for so much more than simply ironing out wrinkles.
The last
six stanzas are my favorite! I love that she irons with a joyful heart and never fusses. I love that her children know that she does this tedious chore out of love for them. I love the line that says, "Back then when life was focused on your home and people there." I love that this mother uses her time ironing to pray for her family of
eight!!! (I try so hard to do this, too, and it works so much better at 6am, let me tell you!)
Whether you do your ironing on Tuesdays or any day, I hope that you find joy in your work, and that you do it with the right perspective. And I hope that you, too, will use this time for so much more than simply getting those wrinkly items pressed to perfection.
Blessings, Susan