Polish...hmmm there's a word to contemplate. When I was a young mother with three little boys nipping around my ankles, I wanted to be a super mom. Each Saturday night I'd put together the clothes each of us were to wear to church. I gathered all of our church shoes, cleaned, and polished them. When we arrived for Sunday School we were looking our Sunday best.
Terry thought that polishing the shoes was a little over the top, but it was important to me. I had to plan ahead to get this done each week. It wasn't a rushed thing. I usually did this after the little guys were asleep in their beds. I still remember holding those little black dress shoes in my hands and seeing the transformation that a little polish produced. Even though the tykes only wore them on Sundays, they managed to get pretty beat up between the polishings.
I miss those days. I was hurried and harried, but the little arms around my neck were better than a pearl necklace. Now, I have precious grands who love me and their daddies still have good hugs and kisses for this old mom. I still love my life.
Take time to soak in those duties. Some of them will pass away. I no longer have 5 pairs of shoes...any shoes that I polish on Saturday nights, but I wouldn't trade those days for anything.