Happy New Soap Day

Today is one of my favorite days: new soap day.  You can look for it on your calendar, but you won’t find it because new soap day isn’t planned.  It  begins with anticipation as the soap in the shower becomes a sliver and one day slips right down the drain: the soap fish swimming to freedom is the harbinger of new soap day!

Remember the last time I featured this bathtub in my blog?  Much scarier!

This time the tiny soap disappeared on a Wednesday morning which meant I got to look forward to new soap day for two full days- exercise and the start of soccer season means I don’t shower on Thursday.  It’s been a crazy week filled with moving everything out of our basement to allow for upgraded wiring, presentations at work, the aforementioned beginning of soccer, and the normal ebbs and flows of balancing work and life.  Having a little celebration was a gift at the end of a hectic week.

My sad, blurry, empty basement.

New soap day isn’t a holiday that everyone celebrates, in fact I may be the only participant.  The soap day festivities begin with opening the medicine cabinet and evaluating all of the odorous soap options, which I love, but may be overwhelming to the more casual soap user.  This morning I had handmade, Zum, and pre de Provence soaps to select from – options from Colorado, Missouri, and France.  I had hoped for a bar of Saje, but I must have used my last bar of my favorite Canadian soap this winter.  (I may further celebrate soap day by placing an order, but that would be an atypical deviation from the normal soap day.)  I sorted through my piles of soap sniffing and touching to find the bar that spoke to me.  I selected a round bar of mint Zum soap because of the shape, the minty ambiance and the festive bow left over from Christmas.

I hope that you have your own celebration this weekend, whether it’s wine day, latte day, moonlit walk night, or extra long shower morning.  Me, I’m going to scrub up and head out for my gold party tomorrow.  I think mint goes well with gold, don’t you?  That kind of foresight is key to the successful end of soap day!

A Letter to my Daughter

Today your world is amazing.  You are in the middle of your three friends, not on the outside.  Our two tiny foster kittens are thriving and run to you when you enter a room.  Twenty little boys in your soccer skills class picked you as the best soccer player and literally bowed to you saying “I am not worthy.”  You are at a marvelous age where this embarrasses you a little, but mostly makes you proud and joyful.  I thought you would float off the field last night, and you want to share your story with everyone.  School just makes sense right now, and you are recognized by your teacher for excelling.  Again, this praise is welcome and soul building.  Mean kids haven’t learned how to belittle your accomplishment and turn it against you.

I sit on the sideline of your life and I want to bottle this day.  I want to take how you feel and how I feel and keep it safe, because these perfect times are fleeting.  There will be days when you are on the edge, don’t get picked for the team, or don’t get invited to the dance.  There will be days of sickness and fear and loss.  There will be days when all of these bad things happen at once, and I want to offer you a sip from today and heal whatever hurts you have.  I want to be able to take a sip from today to remind myself of how amazing you can be.

Today I try to weave a bottle of words hoping our eyes can sip when we need a reminder later.