Yesterday was a busy day. A doctor’s appointment, some shopping, a visit with a friend. Each “chore” had a bit of a treasure — being able to be honest with the doctor about my concerns for Hubbs; a miter box at GW; and meatloaf from my friend. Still, the day was so busy I hadn’t thought about “which treasure.” (I always write my post at night.)
I mentioned my dilemma out loud, and The Son suggested, “what about your thimbles?”
My thimbles are the little relics of our traveling life. Every new state we visited, we got a thimble. Kids’ field trips demanded another thimble or knick-knack. Over the years, I’ve picked up other little things, here and there, that made me think of people or our travels. The shelves are not just full of thimbles, small rocks and little mementos, but of memories.
My treasure today, though, is that my son has taken enough interest in what I do that he thought of a viable concept for me to use. He engaged with me, encouraging me. He is and that moment was very, very special to me. A treasure.
MDT/Diana Bowden Moore
