Comments on: My Otter’s Map https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map/ Author of Healing Maddie Brees & Wait, thoughts and practices in waiting on God Thu, 03 Mar 2005 03:47:00 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5.7 By: Rebecca https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map/#comment-113 Thu, 03 Mar 2005 03:47:00 +0000 https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.wordpress.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map#comment-113 Thanks for reading, Dad, and for enjoying it.

Thanks for encouraging me, tworivers, and yes, high-tail it over to that sorry site of yours and give me something to read! 🙂

Hi Haying, and thanks for writing. Your reflections on your mother and ironing are lovely, and worth expanding on. If/when you do, I’d love to read it. I’m going to be writing something on memory soon, so keep posted.

]]> By: Anonymous https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map/#comment-112 Tue, 01 Mar 2005 03:41:00 +0000 https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.wordpress.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map#comment-112 Who thought we would ever be sad to see Batman costumes stuffed in a drawer? Clothes carry us through time. I have some of my father’s clothes. I meant to put them into a quilt, but haven’t. I have stained bibs I need to pass on, but haven’t. Could it be that these two boys that can jump so far and run so fast needed Mommy to hold a spoon to their pudgy faces? I remember their first teeth and their first everything, although these memories are already beginning to fade. Today I spoke to Rebecca and said, “Do you remember when free time and laundry were not related?” I suppose from now on they will always be linked. Laundry and free time. But laundry shows love in some ways–taking care of us. (Not that I mind sharing the love.) My mother is the queen of laundry. She can fold a sheet–even the fitted kind until it is smooth and flat and fits beautifully in the linen closet. No stain has stood before Mom and her arsenal of removers. She was the keeper of the baskets. She ironed my dad’s handkerchiefs. He’s gone now, and she doesn’t iron them anymore. I doubt she could stand for long now to iron anyway. I wonder if she misses that. The smell of starch spray reminds me of mom ironing late at night, slowly, quietly except for the steam from the iron. I rarely iron, but the smell and sounds of it would bring me comfort if I could hear my mom in our old kitchen again.

]]> By: tworivers https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map/#comment-111 Fri, 25 Feb 2005 14:14:00 +0000 https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.wordpress.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map#comment-111 I am So Glad that you took up blogging. Thank you for sharing your writing. Thank you thank you thank you!

Now I should go over to my sorry site and post something entertaining …

]]> By: Anonymous https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map/#comment-110 Thu, 24 Feb 2005 17:26:00 +0000 https://rebeccabrewsterstevenson.wordpress.com/2005/02/23/my-otters-map#comment-110 What a great writer you are! You must do this late at night when all is quiet.

Love, Dad

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