Even If It Was A Spider

My not-so-little boy was mowing the grass in the backyard this week when he walked under the clothes line and walked through a spiderweb.

Yes... I said "clothes line." The house where we live is a rental, and there is a line in the back yard for hanging clothes. I suppose the homeowners liked to line dry their clothes. When I was little, my momma used the one in our back yard.
Let me make a clear distinction at this point.
It's all I can do to get the clothes from the pile in the floor to the laundry room, washed, dried, folded, and put back up again.
If I had to use a clothes line, the first thing I'd hang would be myself.

Anyway, while cutting the grass, the boy tore right through a spider web. I didn't see him do it, but I'm sure it was a spectacle. He hates spiders. I also don't know too many people who enjoy waltzing through one of their webs. Ghiiisssh. It gives me the heebie jeebies.

When the boy called me over to show me the spider, it wasn't because he'd crashed her web or because she was unnaturally big or icky.
It was because she was already building it back.
Very cool.
We stood in the yard and watched her for a minute or two, and let me tell you... she was busy.
It was one of those times I don't ever want to blow right past.
For just a few minutes, my not-so-little boy was content to watch a spider. (Pardon me while I cry and flashback to when he was 4.)
We talked about how funny it is when people walk through spider webs.
We talked about how God designs the spider to just KNOW what to do. No one teaches her how to spin that web, and no one was there telling her to get up and spin it again because some gangly preteen ripped it up.
We talked about the gnats she was already wrapping up for dinner.
We talked about the giant fake spider we hang on our door every Halloween.

And then it was all over in a blink. I was back to watering the plants, and he was cranking up the mower again.

So when you come visit us, you won't find clothes hanging from our clothes line.
(You may find me.)
All we have hanging out there is one determined spider.
And I owe a tiny thanks to her for slowing down time for me and my not-so-little boy.