This week I received the first phone call from my daughter (twelve hours away at college) with those tears of “I want to come home.”
So, I opened up the drawer of things I have stashed to send to her each week. Things I collect when I see something that makes me think of her.
I had her brothers write some notes to their sister (Mom, can’t I just text her?….NO!)
I sealed it in those flat rate shipping boxes and sent it off.
She texted me and I told her to look for something in the mail.
Her response was, “Does it have a spoon?”
Does it have a spoon? Oh, right, she had asked for a spoon a few weeks ago. I forgot. Lots of other things, but no spoon.
I chucked. “Does it have a spoon?” says so much:
- Will you take care of me?
- Did you send something from home. Real home. Not plastic.
- I’m your child that likes those extra things. Like a spoon sent from home.
I told her she could buy a real spoon for like a dollar at Target. We went back and forth as to whether you really could or not. I know you can because 10 of our 15+ spoons disappeared last year with four kids in the house, and I bought 10 individuals at Target for a little over a dollar.
I told her I could sent her one if she didn’t want to buy one.
Her response was as expected, “Ok, send me one from home.”
Just as I expected.
There’s no place like home.
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Who wants to go and buy any old spoon at Target, she just wants that "special" spoon from home. Oh how I remember that phone call from last year, feel for you both. Hugs to you and Kaylee!Pam
Oh, this is sweet!!! What a great mom you! Hope you're having a good day. Twelve hours away is a bit far to go to school. 🙁
Oh, I will never look at a spoon the same! What a sweet, but tearful post!Hugs to you and your daughter….. I will remember this Brenda…. thank you for sharing.{{Hugs}} to you too!Lis