Yes. I have a lint bowl. It’s quite small and irregularly shaped. Actually, it’s from the first and only pottery class I’ve taken. It wasn’t the first piece I made (that “gem” went to my mother), but it’s one of the first few for sure.
This little bowl sits atop our dryer, and after each load, I put the lint in it. Or maybe I just set it there . . . or squish it on the top. It started out in laziness, really. The small trash can has a lid and is low to the ground and squeezed in between the dryer and the wall that has the broom and dustpan hanging there. Why twist and stretch every time I switch the clothes?
Then I realized that I liked watching the lint bowl fill up. The clean clothes these days have been dispersed rather quickly to where they need to go, but the lint . . . it fills up and becomes a little abundance of accomplishment, a monument of achievement. When I think it’s time to dump it and start over, I do, knowing I can watch it grow again.
It’s the little things, right? We are all working so hard every day to keep the wheels running smoothly. Whether we’re working outside the home helping some company/business/organization to thrive or working in the home to make sure those nearest and dearest to us are thriving (and chances are, all of us are doing both, whether we’re paid for it or not), we are all working hard. Sometimes we just need little signs to remind us that our work adds up. What we’re doing makes a difference.
I have a lint bowl. You might have a diaper pail, laundry pile, crossed-off checklists, clean dishes . . . who knows. Keep tally marks on a post-it if you have to. I’m telling you that you make a difference. The work you do is appreciated.
And you will always be loved more for who you are than what you do, anyway. So, as the card I received from a friend says: “be a beacon of fierce and potent love.” May my family always remember how much I love them. I know they won’t know how many times I empty the lint bowl.