My Mother Loves Washing Dishes

I could find nothing amusing or redeeming about washing dishes.
I watched my mother, loving it, and wondered about her sanity.
What is it about dish washing that you like? I finally asked.
It is a labor of love, it shows I care about my family, she said.
This was an idea that had not occurred to me ……..ever.
Now when I see her enjoying it, I am not as perplexed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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De Beaulieu Avatar
October 20, 2023 at 10:47 AM
Hello Caren, Yes I can understand her liking washing dishes. It is even better when you have a window to look out from like I did ten years ago. Hugs. Darlene\
De Beaulieu Avatar
October 23, 2023 at 11:37 AM
Hello Heidi yes looking out the window at a lake makes it so much better. Hugs. /Darlene/
Krutsinger Avatar
October 23, 2023 at 2:37 AM
That makes it so much better!
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