Folding laundry is one of my favorite chores. It reminds me of together time spent with my family when I was a young child. I folded underwear and socks mostly until I got old enough to help with bigger and more complicated shirts and pants and towels.
Laundry is the ultimate togetherness chore. Your hands are kept busy but your minds and ears and mouths can converse.
Doing housework together, we notice there are a lot of ways that we’ve learned to do things from our parents differently. There are differences in how we make beds. Differences in how we chop vegetables. Differences in how we fold socks and shirts and pants.
From our families we learned different attitudes and beliefs. Differences in our beliefs about the purpose of college. When to have children. Where to live. What to eat. When to eat. How to care for a baby.
As we come together, sometimes one belief system or habit gets adopted by the other. We learn from each other. DH makes beds better. My chopping method is faster.
Sometimes we create something new. DH’s family just folds loose socks once, leading to lost loose socks in the drawer. My family turns them entirely inside out with one inside the other, stretching out the top of one of the two socks. Now, in our own house, we gently turn over one sock, but just at the top, keeping the socks together without destroying anything. We were able to come up with what we consider to be a better method of sock folding precisely because of our background differences. Because of them, we’ve been shown there are multiple ways to do the same thing we took for granted all our lives.
I think that’s a good metaphor for our marriage.
How have you come together as a family?