So many things are circles in life. Some are vicious circles. Some mundane circles. And some happy ones.
I look over at the sink and view the pile of forgotten, cheese encrusted dishes in the sink. I drag my tired body to the kitchen and begin to scrub the hardened mess off my dishes. I place them neatly in the dishwasher that requires me to wash my dishes first because it is so “economic”. Eventually I see the bottom of the sink and watch the drain smirk at me as it chokes on the smallest of tidbits. Placing the useless packet of dishwasher soap in the little cup, I manage a small smile as I have completed my task.
I schlep on back to my seat and log back onto my computer. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of my loving husband depositing the connector for my circle of life into the once clean sink. A milk glass with a ring of solid milk around it’s bottom and I sigh. Here we go again.
But…not all circles in my life are this intense. I have found one I adore.
My favorite circle involves my daughter. I get to watch her interact with my grandson and have to laugh. She asks him to pick up his plate and take it to the kitchen and out of his mouth comes another connector for one of my circles. From the other room comes a small voice…”In a minute Mom.”
Ahh…another beautiful circle complete!
