When they are tiny, the ride in the laundry basket is the highlight of the day. And the weight of them, the brush of their fingers? Memories to cherish. They will outgrow the basket and you will be left with a running wild-man that won’t hold still for a split-second kiss, let alone a ride to the clothesline.
As they grow, they learn to separate clothes and hand out clothes pins. Those tiny chubby legs toddling toward the laundry basket, pulling socks and sweatshirts and lugging jeans… You’ll want to scoop them up and kiss them like crazy but they’ll wiggle free and run.
And then… Oh, and then.
They learn to hang laundry all themselves. It is a moment of becoming.
“Look, Auntie Tashie!” the half-pint with gleaming blue eyes squeels, “I hanged-ed a stock all by myself!”
The fresh air, bright skies, fluttering breeze… the good-old-fashioned work and the chance to demonstrate a life practice to a little one who drinks in the special time with just you: priceless.