Earlier
today, my youngest daughter caught me in a rather…awkward position. I was refinishing a chair when she began to
enter my office. She froze in the
doorway, a corny grin upon her face as she spotted me, my head on the ground,
rear high in the air as I attempted to paint the underside of a chair rung.
Looking
up, I joked, “Hey, don’t judge. Who
knows, maybe one day my granddaughter will get down on the ground and wonder if
her grandmother did a thorough job of painting the entire chair.”
My
daughter chuckled. It was then a memory
flashed through my mind. Almost thirty
years earlier when my mother-in-law helped me hang wallpaper in our guest bath,
I wondered aloud why we needed to put paper behind the toilet tank that hugged
the wall so tight that we could scarcely get the paper back there.
My
mother-in-law sported a playful smile and with a twinkle in her eye explained,
“Who knows...one day one of my grandchildren might look behind the toilet tank
and we wouldn’t want them to think Mommy and Grandma did a shoddy wallpaper
job.”
We
both got a good laugh out of that and made sure to paper the entire area behind
the toilet tank.
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