Thanksgiving has come and gone. Most of the family has returned home. The house is quiet. Today, a little clean up and a little napping. This afternoon I had a snack craving. I headed toward the kitchen, thinking chips and salsa and/or the last of the chess pie cookies, which were heavenly. Christopher was thinking afternoon snack, also. However, he said he would make us a smoothie. A smoothie?! I was really craving processed carbs and large amounts of sugar, but okay…
He whipped us up a banana, orange creme smoothie, made with organic Greek plain yogurt. It was completely wonderful.
This is a turn of events. The wise (adult) child is teaching the (occasionally) child-like mother. Well done, my darlin’.
The beginning and end of who I am, is a mama. I have often told people that I was born to be the mother of these three boys (now, men). I believe that is why I was created.
When I was a young mother, they were my biggest joys. After a long day of work, their sweet, smiling faces made everything worthwhile. The melodious sound of their gentle breathing as they slept, assured me that all was well in the world.
I am no longer a young mother, but they are still my biggest joys. After a long week of Thanksgiving preparations, their sweet smiling faces make everything worthwhile. The melodious sound of their laughter and conversation assures me that all is well in the world. And the knowledge of all of them, now including an angel-girl of a daughter-in-law, asleep under my roof is the definition of serenity.
Again, the turn of events. The parents sleep like babies when their children are in the house.
So, thanks for the smoothie, sweetheart. And thanks for the reminder that my little boys have grown into wise and kind and grace-giving, comfort-bringing and peace-making men.
It’s amazing what a beautiful orange smoothie can do for the tummy and the heart.
I am thankful.