A mirror, covered in tiny fingerprints, is a moment frozen in time. There is one mirror that I haven’t been able to clean in a long time. Reason… it holds the past. It holds his tiny fingerprints.
I’m normally one to clean up quickly, well… at least before people come over… ha!! Somehow this mirror has skipped my view for a while. Call it busy, call it lazy… I just missed these precious hand prints. Today, as I was coming down the stairs, I saw them again. I realized that his hands are much larger than this now and I just can’t bear to wipe the prints away.
Yes, I have fancy artwork (Thanks Pinterest) that hold his hands and feet frozen in time, but there is something so innocent about a dirty mirror. It seems so sad to be wiping baby prints off. His hands will never be that small again. Once the prints are gone… they are gone.
At my Norwex parties, I gracefully (ok… not really gracefully) spread butter or oil onto a window or mirror. I show how awesome our EnviroCloth is at removing all that dirt and grime… and those fingerprints… and how our Window Cloth shines it up with no streaks. Someday I might get the guts to wipe off those finger prints, but for now, they stay.
And… Here I sit… a total and complete hypocrite… refusing to clean my one mirror. I just can’t bear it. So, If you come to my house and see one dirty mirror just know, I’m just a mommy, preserving a moment.
Joyfully Cleaned 