After school my daughter gives me the low down on the day’s lunch table conversation and happenings. I learn about all the awkward moments and such. My sons don’t share this valuable information with me so I’m glad my daughter does.
I remember my school table-mates reactions as I downed ketchup covered pickles (I don’t do that any more): LeAnn with her smile and laughter; Monique with her fun and spirited perspective; Jon and Jay with wit and charm; Melanie, Joylynn, Melody, Andrea, Rebecca, Brian and so many others who sat before me–many of their names faded from my memory. I had forgotten how much I cared for these people. Even though I have reconnected with some of these people through Facebook it doesn’t replace the conversation and connection. I promise I don’t mix milk in my jello anymore.
I’d like to thank those who support me in this nurturing journey: the Yates family, Sheila, Chloe, Jen, Patrick, Raani, Christine, Eva, Jeff, Adam, Attila, J.C.L., Carolyn, DeAnna and so many others. Thank you for your nurturing!
Thrive on as you connect.