Gathering Round

Before I begin, I want to apologize for my blog being so personal today.  I know that sounds funny, but I really do want to be an inspiration and can’t see where my personal life would be inspiring to you.  Hopefully, next week I will be more focused and inspired. For today, I’m trusting that love of family is still a universal theme and somehow you can walk away with some new thought or idea.

You will recall that a couple of weeks ago, I shared what I wrote about my brother. I likened him to a computer and told you that I may share a few more illustrations of other people in my family.  I promise this is the last one that I’ll share, but I thought it timely that I share what I wrote about my mom. It is amazing that although it was written many years ago, it still fits her so perfectly.

Dear Mom,

You are our dining room table. Can you picture the table? Not your kitchen table, as cute as it is. A big table, with room for at least six and even more if you add a couple of leaves. Indeed, there is always room for one more at your table. It is a beautiful piece of furniture with its natural wood. There may be a nick here and there, but each of those has a story behind it that reveal the memories it holds for its family. Add a tablecloth and pretty table settings (as you are so apt to do) and you can set a mood or capture a season.

You know the table. Yes, it’s the same table that may often seem cluttered, but only because it is still the center of activity within a family. Your table has been used for sharing meals together, doing homework, celebrating birthdays, craft projects and playing games. It is ocassionally cleared for cups of coffee, tea or Suisse Mocha and hours of shared conversation, complete with laughter or tears.

Much of life springs from that table. You now have four grown children whose spouses and children continue to benefit from all that you are and all that you give. You are the one that stays in touch with each of us, even when we don’t stay in touch with each other. We love you mom, and will continue to gather around you.

Thank you for all that you have given each of us from your table. You have taught us, nourished us, strengthened us, and loved us so that we were able to grow up and do the same for others.

Love, Deb~

As we enter this final season with my mom, it has been so apparent that we reap what we sow.  The countless friends she has had and relationships she has invested in through the years, have come back to bless her.  Truly, everyone is gathering around her to give the nourishment, strength and love to her that she so freely gave to all of us.

My mom received a note from a friend in California today.  It talked about the hills that had burned down to nothing with the wildfires near San Diego. She talked about the landscape that is now growing there, which include beautiful wildflowers.  She ended her note by saying, "a little sun, a little rain… what a simple plan for such beauty." It is the combination of the two that help things to grow. So, although we love the sunshine, we won’t despise the rain.  We need both to make up the landscape of our lives, and hopefully, to make it a beautiful place that others will want to gather round.

May you be abundantly blessed!


About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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