There is a certain sound that I don't hear very often, but I truly love it. It is the sound of my daughter playing in her newly cleaned room. It's a quiet sort of sound, one that could be easily missed. One of the best parts of it is that she seems to enjoy the sound and feel of it as well. She never spends as much time in her room as when it's freshly cleaned and rearranged.
The other day, I had to help her with that. We're getting new windows soon and her bed, as well as our bed was in front of the window, which was not going to work. Not to mention the fact that you had to follow a path to make it to her bed in one piece. It's always so frustrating for me to go in there at that point.
I think that is mainly due to the fact that at this point I know regardless of how much time and energy I put into organizing her room, she will have it destroyed in a blink of an eye. But I did it any way this past week. I organized all her stuff, put things away. All the while doing the same thing in my room, which had started to look an awful lot like hers lately.
At the end of it all though, I got to hear that awesome quiet sound of her playing and being content in herself and in her place in the world.
All this is to say, I don't particularly like cleaning, but I love having cleaned.