Growing up, our mom insisted on us helping in the kitchen. Simple stuff.. Setting the table, cleaning up after dinner etc. There was one thing however, that I could never really do without making faces… Cleaning the kitchen sink.
Most of the time, it would be mom who’d take care of that and as I watched her do it, I often wondered… How did she do that?? She’d reach into the sink, scrub it clean and then (the worst part) stick her fingers into the drain and pull out that.. Glob! I mean, it looked like cleaning out Satan’s bellybutton!
I would shudder just looking at her doing it and wonder how she did it? Just like that… Effortlessly… No signs of revulsion or indication of wanting to throw up… Just a dip of the hand, a few swishes and done! I was certain that I would never be able to do that!
I was wrong. I just cleaned out my kitchen sink. It’s been over a week since we moved into the new house and things are still finding their places around here. Since the husband and I have decided to see if we can manage without a maid, we were cleaning the kitchen for the night. While he took care of all the general cleanup, I got busy with the dishes.
The good thing about having him around when I’m cleaning is that not only does the work get divided by two, the conversation makes it feel less dreary. So we chatted and before I knew it, the dishes were done, the kitchen was sparkling clean and I was reaching into the sink to pull out the glob. I’ve done it several times in this past year but yesterday, I actually looked at that yucky thing… And smiled..
I suddenly remembered standing next to mom, making faces as she did this.. And here I was, doing what she did. I’d found the trick. It had nothing to do with growing up or getting less eeked out by things. It was about being happy. There we were, two adult-outside-child-inside people, cleaning our kitchen.
That’s the key. The magical word. When it becomes ‘ours’ the glob in the sink becomes just another thing to take care of. As a kid, I would have let that glob be where it was. As far as I was concerned, it could have taken permanent residence right there in the sink. But now, this was our kitchen; where I made food for us everyday. Where he spends hours chatting with me about life, decisions, morals and soap bubbles. This is the warm gooey centre of our home. And that yucky glob had to business being there… So I took it out!
Simple as that, yet it took me all these years and being married to learn that. Strange how life works out… And how a glob in my sink can remind me how much I’ve grown up…