Lessons My Mother Taught Me

My mother taught me to have compassion for the living.

To always have vases on hand

in case a friend is feeling low

and in need of lilacs

cut from the lilac bush

ladybugs still stuck to the twigs.

To always have cookie dough balls

in a Tupperware container

nestled in the corner of the freezer

in case company stops by for a visit

in need of something sweet.

To keep stationary

and blank cards handy

in case the neighbor’s cat dies

and needs some words of encouragement.

To always bring an offering

to every house I enter

homemade pies

or bottles of wine

or, in some cases, both.

To always have hands that heal

eyes that smile

and a heart big enough

to hurt for the hurting.

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7 Responses to Lessons My Mother Taught Me

  1. Simon says:

    Those are some beautiful things to pass on 🙂

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  2. Brad Osborne says:

    And that is why we love you!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. utahan15 says:

    pain is constant
    and enjoy all the more

    Liked by 1 person

  4. ruthsoaper says:

    Beautiful Kristian! I hope that my children remember with fondness some things I have taught them.

    Liked by 1 person

    • kristianw84 says:

      Thank you! I’m sure they do/will carry the lessons you taught them close to their hearts. These little things are reminders, and I find they often sneak in on a regular basis. It’s hard not to remember with fondness. 🙂

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