Letting go

Those of you who know me well, know that I'm a bit Type A, so letting go of things is very hard for me to do. Molly, bless her heart, loves to "help" me. So, we folded the laundry together today. She folded all the washcloths (I use them as burpcloths, so there were quite a few) and I folded everything else. She doesn't fold them exactly the same way I do, but I'm learning to let go. I figure I'm just going to put them in a drawer, and pull them out for Grady to throw up on, so what does it matter anyway, right? Letting go. It's a small step, but I've got to start somewhere.