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Keeping Connected


They get so sick of it; these independent young men of mine.  "Just touching base," I text them.  "I love you," is messaged.  "Thinking of you," and finally, "Call your MOM!"

We are simply hardwired for connection and relationship.  I believe that God gave Moms and Grandmas an extra "connection" organ...just to keep us all together.

This weekend, we go to celebrate the life of my Mother in Law and friend.  I miss her.  I miss her lectures and advice and her organizing.  Mostly, I miss her prayers and her voice and her sensitivity. 

"Handle mail only once," she would say.  
"Your parents need you to call them...just to touch base," she explained.  
If I did not get the message, then she would be more direct!  I get it now.
I miss talking about books and our reading and our writing.
I learned so much by being connected with this amazing woman.  Menu planning, Christmas shopping and list making, Lay Away and absolutely pay cash!

I learned that while I thought she kept every favorite food, book, color and fashion tucked in her brain that she actually kept them noted in her journal.

I learned availability and contentment.
 Unselfishness and thoughtfulness wraps it all up!

We were so different and yet I needed her in my life so much.   I was rough and she was not!  I was more wild flower while she was beautifully maintained. 


 
 God knew that!  He knows that diversity is needed in families to create beautiful and healthy gardens and systems!

Thank you Barbara.  You will always be a part of us!
 










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