I write and share with you all from a heart that is moved by compassion and words written in beauty. I get that side of me from my mom. I am going to share what she wrote in a Thanksgiving card she recently sent to me if I may. She knows I will not be joining the family in AL for Thanksgiving, need to pay off car repairs recently done on my vehicle.
This is what my mom wrote inside my Thanksgiving Blessings card to me: Wish you were able to be with us on Thanksgiving Day for you will be missed. For the good old days of yesteryear when everyone lived close by and we were able to celebrate holidays, etc. together. Treat yourself to a holiday meal with the enclosed. My love always. She enclosed some money and attached to the money was a small guardian angel picture that had written on the back: Lord, have your angels every day watch and guide us on our way.
My mother writes lovely sentiments in cards and letters and sends them to people in the mail. I still remember when I was a child and she would write a little note along with our lunch, and how it was welcome when I went to eat my lunch. I did the same for my children when they were in school. Now, my dad wasn't always the father of the year award type of father but he had good points. He had a heart to look out for the mentally challenged children. His business way before you would see the yellow school buses you see now transporting handicapped children to school was, he had fleets of white Chevy vans. They were customized to fit wheel chairs and he contracted with several county school boards to transport the children to and from school. He also had foresight to contract with my Alma Mater a van or two to transport the women's sports teams to away games. It was kind of funny to be on campus and see one of my dad's white Chevy vans parked there by the gymnasium. See, the school then eventually bought their own vans to transport the teams. I think he even paid me a time or two to drive one of the teams in the van to a sporting event. If I remember correctly, it was usually the coach that drove the van. My father even let my sister and I along with a few of our friends use one of the vans one spring break to go to Fort Lauderdale. We stopped in Atlanta and it was a Good Friday if I remember correctly and he treated us all to a fish dinner and I think he just may have filled up the gas tank for us too. We had an agreement on this trip if anyone got a speeding ticket while driving, they would be responsible for the ticket.
So, I get beautiful words to write from my mother and a heart to reach out to others from my father. I highly recommend you watch on PBS "Call the Midwife" Season 10 episode 7. I watched it the other day and be you male or female if you do not cry sometime during this episode, then maybe your heart needs to be softened a bit. So many moments of joy along with the healing of a heart from the death of a spouse all entwined in one program. The thing that caused me to think about my father's business is because a most beautiful down syndrome baby was born in this episode. I do recall the happy disposition these children had when my dad had his business. Not only happy but joy was in them. A blessing to all and not seen as a burden but a special joy brought into their family. A kiss from God touching our earth and hearts. God chose to bring me into the world through my mother and father and not via someone else. That is the miracle of life isn't it.
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