Mowing Musings

 

There's something therapeutic about mowing the lawn. I remember asking my dad why in the world he would spend so much time mowing. I couldn't imagine a more boring and tedious job. The constant back and forth over grass that would inevitably grow back and require a new cut in a few weeks. The attention to detail...making sure to miss plants and other yard decor, the SUN (I hate being hot)...so many negatives. My dad's response to my question was "It gives me time to think."  

Time to think? I think all day long!

Now that I'm 41, I get it.  I have four kids. I have a full-time job.  I have a husband. I have a lot of responsibilities.  

I really don't have a lot of time to think. 

I always feel so close to my dad when I mow. After losing him two years ago, I try to busy myself so that I don't think about losing him. I know that sounds terrible. If I think too much about how much I miss him, I would never get anything accomplished. I have a tendency to wallow in my self-pity. 

When I mow, I let those feelings out. I think about him, all of the things he taught me. I think about my life decisions and direction I'm going on. I pray. I cry. I try to work on strained relationships with loved ones. It's the most liberating time I have. 

The satisfaction of getting every row of grass, successfully maneuvering around the "things", and completing a job. It's all so satisfying. And when it's done, I know it has to be recut in a few weeks. I look forward to that "thinking time". My dad had it right...but he was right about most things, I have found. 

Miss you, daddy. I'm taking care of the yard for you. 



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