Yesterday my dear friend Malea left a comment here asking for some small help on my behalf (since she lives a couple thousand miles away and I would be over my little cold by the time she drove here).
Well, what does a 7:30 p.m. surprise knock at my door bring: another dear friend Misty with sweet Piper in tow and care package in arms. Warm apple cider (which I was just imagining), wafer-thin ginger cookies, and cars and coloring books to keep the boys occupied.
So here I sit with my mug of cider, warm relief spilling down my throat, and thankfulness filling my heart. Thanks to Malea for the call to arms and to Misty for the answer. Misty and her hubby just moved here a couple months ago at Chris' persuasion so I feel somewhat responsible for their happiness in their new city. It ought to be me bringing treats to her and yet here she is, using precious evening time to care for me. Thank you.
Not that I would wish sickness on anyone, but it is nice to be reminded how much we need each other. Nice to know that even though we are adults, at least in name, and much of us living away from family and our own mothers, we can fill that role for each other, to be the mother, and the mothered. And if my own mother were here, she would give you a hug, and tell you thank you. Thank you for watching out for me when she couldn't. And then she would bake you a nice batch of luscious cinnamon roles.
I cannot bake you a luscious batch of cinnamon roles. I'm sorry. But I can say thank you. So THANK YOU friends. Thank you for being my mothers.
3 comments:
That makes my day, just thinking of it! So glad you're being watched over. Feel better soon...I'm sending you hot cider-ish thoughts since it can't be the real thing :)
Emily, it was my pleasure to help out in my small way. You and your family have been so helpful to us since we moved here and I wanted you to know that your good deeds are not taken for granted. I'm always glad to help.
Hey, I am so very glad for your good friends. It's not a hard thing, but a joyful event to do a little somethin somethin for somebody who can bring joy to your own spirit. Misty rocks.
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