Why I Started Ironing At Forty-Five-Years Old
Blog - October 19, 2016

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I’ve had three lives.  I did some traveling in my 20s and did some soul searching in my 30s.

Breaking news!  This just in!  You most likely will not find yourself and your purpose in life while dancing in a night club until the sun comes up.  Just giving you a heads up.  You’re welcome.

My third life is definitely the charm!

Now I am a mother and a wife.  Who knew?  I’m amazed!

I didn’t realize that was the plan for me.  I’m not sure if it would have changed anything anyway.  I regret nothing.

Well, almost nothing.

Maybe I would of changed the time I tripped in the parking lot at Saks Fifth Ave and one of my boobs fell out of my dress.  I didn’t realize until I got to my car that I had been walking with a bloody knee and a boob hanging out,  bouncing around like a fried egg.  That, I might have changed.  I also wore a bra next time I wore that dress.

I didn’t follow up on that interview for about two years.

I did get the job however…

Back to being a wife and mom…

So here I am fulfilling the role of a mom and a wife.  It’s probably the hardest job I’ve ever had.  But my husband definitely makes it easier by cleaning and cooking.   He’s more domesticated than I am.  I  spring clean the house when my mom comes into town.

There’s really no reason why I am so undomesticated.  My mother was very domesticated.  She taught me the ins and outs of being a good wife.  She tried to teach me how to cook, clean, and make a good cup of tea.   I just didn’t care because I didn’t think I’d ever become someone’s wife or mother.  I didn’t find these skills necessary.  Neither did my dog and my two cats.

The British in her came out when she ironed.  They say the British are “proper.”  Talk about proper!  She ironed everything, including but not limited to hankies and bed sheets.  Good Lord!

 

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I’ve never ironed unless I was going to a job interview.  I never found it necessary.

What do I care if my clothes are wrinkled?  They are going to get wrinkled when I sit on them, right? 

Why bother ironing clothes that are just going to get re wrinkled?

So I did the “dryer” ironing.

I swore I’d never iron.  Especially now that I have kids.

They don’t know the difference anyway! I thought.

But then one day, I just did it.

 

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And when I did it, something happened.

I felt a sense of accomplishment.

It almost put me in a relaxed state.  I felt like I was meditating.  As I folded my kid’s clothes and my husbands and I’s and put them in piles, it felt good.  It felt really good.

What is this thing called “ironing?”  I thought like I had discovered something brand new.

I felt like a better wife and mother.

I don’t think ironing makes you a better wife and mother.  I think the action of doing something for my family out of wanting to and not having to was fulfilling and therefore made me happy and therefore made me a better wife and mother.

The clothes look fantastic!

Who knew?  An old, dingy shirt that I was going to throw away suddenly looked fabulous after I ironed it.  Crazy.  I got a new wardrobe for free!

Why not iron? 

Why have I been so rebellious about this thing called “ironing?”

I think that it was just an excuse to get out of it.  Yes, it’s a chore.  Nobody likes it.  It’s not like I’ve heard friends say, “Oh, I can’t wait to get home and tackle the ironing!”  It’s like any other chore.  I don’t need to wash my face at night but if I don’t, there’s a possibility I will break out.  Nobody’s going to get mad at me for not washing my face.  I’m not a dirty human being for not washing my face.  My face might be dirty but it doesn’t make me a bad person.  I do know, however, that when I wake up in the morning to a fresh, clean face it feels good.

It’s never too late to start something.

I started having my third life when I was in my late thirties by marrying my husband.  I had my first child at forty-years-old and my second at forty-three-years-old.  It took my twenty years to get a four-year degree.  I started a business at forty-four-years-old.  I started ironing at forty-five-years-old.

It’s never too late to start something.  If you don’t start, you will never know.  Not knowing what could have been is like planting a seed and not watering it.  It might get watered from the rain, but unless you take care of it yourself, you’ll never know it’s true potential to grow and become something amazing.

It’s never too late to water the seed.

 

 

 

3 Comments

  1. Love this post!!! I don’t iron but I make my son iron his pants for school because once, in HS, a teacher said to me “Look how wrinkled your pants are! Your mother must not love you.” And that NEVER left me!

  2. Ironing was a must in my house growing up. My mother had us ironing our own clothes at 12 years old. We even ironed and starched our jeans. They could almost stand up by themselves. I do enjoy the task of ironing my families clothes occasionally but on a daily basis? I don’t have the time.

    Great article Lucee!

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