December 1, 2013
My word for this year is LEARN.
So it just makes sense to use this Year of Sundays to reflect on 52 of my most significant Life Lessons. Some may seem more significant than others, but each one has changed how I live my life in powerful way. I’d love to hear if and how any of these same lessons have surfaced in the classroom of Your Life.
Twelve years ago, my family stopped having oyster dressing on Thanksgiving. I remember the conversation my mom, sister and I had in 2001 about leaving it off the menu. I was disappointed, but relented. I still miss it. No matter what other treasures are on my Thanksgiving plate, I always have a sense that something is missing.
I’m over it – almost.
For the past three years, I’ve shared my oyster-dressing-free-Thanksgiving with my mom in the beautifully decorated and love-filled dining room of the Senior Independent Living community where she lives. This year, as I looked around the room, I tried to look at every face in that room. Many of Mom’s friends also had adult children sharing Thanksgiving with them. So there were a lot of happy people in that room. The generous people who cooked and served our feast were also happy. They seemed genuinely pleased to be serving us. And I’m sure they were looking forward to how they’d celebrate when they got home.
After our feast, I ran an errand for Mom. While walking the aisles of the store, I noticed a lot of people who didn’t look so happy. It’s easy to forget that not everyone has someplace to go where they’ll feel loved and served and celebrated. One of the not-so-happy people was a lady leaving the store just ahead of me. When I asked if I could help her move her groceries into her trunk, she said, “Yes, if you’ll let me tell you a story.” So after the the transfer was made and the cart returned, we sat on a bench. Her name is Iris and she’s 92. Then she told me me the story of her favorite Thanksgiving. I won’t go into all of the details, except for one. What made This Particular Thanksgiving so special to Iris was that it was when her grandmother taught her how to make oyster dressing. And evey year since then, no.matter.what, she fixes oyster dressing.
We hugged before Iris went home to make her dressing and I went back to Mom’s to enjoy her stories. The next day, on my way home from Mom’s, I got supplies to make oyster dressing, which I made almost immediately when I got home and enjoyed immensely.
I’m so thankful when I notice signs that ARE meant for me.
What great signs have you gotten lately?