Our friends from Atlanta are coming for Thanksgiving. I’ve been friends with Kay since 1978 when we worked together in a bank in Denver, Colorado. She was footloose and fancy free in her single school-girl days back then. Now she has two beautiful grown children and a great husband. We love spending time with them and are excited to have them for the holiday.
In preparation for our festivities I decided to use my good china, and the silver I inherited from my mother. So yesterday, I spent several hours removing everything from the china closet and carefully washing each piece by hand. I delighted in how the fine china and crystal sparkled again, and how the silver gleamed when polished.
As I worked I remembered preparing for the holidays with my mother through the years.
Activities that started out as dreaded tasks usually ended up being not only a labor of love, but also an intimate time in which we talked, laughed, cried, shared and deepened our already close bond. Those are memories I will always treasure, memories that sweeten times when an otherwise mundane task would seem boring and tiresome.
Holidays have always been special to me, and the work that goes into making the celebration memorable fills me with love, opens my heart and reminds me of all I have to be grateful for. Even the most simple mundane tasks can trigger wonderful memories of joyful occasions in the past, and awaken creative ideas for celebrations at hand.
I’ve come to understand that its often the small things, the preparation of a special meal, the cleaning of my home, the planting of a garden that brings about the greatest joy and satisfaction when done in a state of mindfulness and loving kindness.
My blessings to all for a Thanksgiving filled with love and gratitude. And Thank You Mom for all the happy memories you’ve left with me.