I believe in gratitude. It can forge connections and make us feel less alone in a great big world, like nothing else. Yet sometimes, I take for granted that the people closest to me know how grateful I am for them. I’ll stop by my co-workers office to tell her how awesome those iced sugar cookies she left in the staff kitchen were, but I don’t think to e-mail my Mom to let her know how much I loved pulling one of her chocolate chip cookie bars out of the freezer. That it reminds me of childhood and of home.
This week I though I would pause to reflect on just a few of the other things I may have forgotten to thank my Mom for:
- All the shopping trips over the years. Especially the ones during those awkward early teens, when you would encourage me try on what I liked.
- For not freaking out when I inadvertently died my hair maroon in high school.
- For all those times you told me it was fine to have a quiet day at home. That is was okay to want to be alone sometimes.
- For letting me make “plates” of food for my hamster on jar lids.
- For all those times I watched saw you talk on the phone with your closest friends and learned about the importance of friendship.
- For letting me dance to the Nutcracker Suite in the living room and tape radio shows in our (one) bathroom with my friends (that are still friends today, see above).
- For not stopping me when I wandered around the house, acting out stories with my stuffed animals, and for encouraging me years later when I wandered through several majors in college.
- For allowing me the space to be myself.
And, of course, for those cookie bars.