When Karianne at Thistlewood Farms approached me about participating in the Pass It On Project, I didn’t hesitate for two reasons. One, because it’s Karianne. And two, because couldn’t we all use a little extra joy in our lives? It is a great idea and one I was thrilled to be a part of.
How it works is simple. She sends me two handmade items. One is mine to keep, the other is for me to pass along to someone who could use a little joy in their day. Then I make two items to send to another bloggy buddy, who repeats the trend. And before we know it, we’ve spread all kinds of joy around!
I was selfishly looking forward to getting something, anything made by Karianne’s hands, because she is like King Midas when it comes to making beautiful things. And I started to mentally comb through the people in my life to decide who might benefit most from her thoughtful gift. Someone I work with? A good friend? The stranger in the street that just dropped her purse in that puddle?
This was about a month ago.
Since then, and without going into any specifics, we have had a pretty rough time. It has without question been the most stressful, worrysome, and maddening few weeks I’ve ever experienced. Bad news piled on top of terrible news, then got buried under worse news. And it gets hard to keep your chin up, sometimes.
Yesterday, amazingly, brought with it another layer of anxiety and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was sit down for a nice, long, self-indulgent cry.
But then I saw that a package had arrived with my name on it. A package from Thistlewood Farm.
A beautiful package with a thank you card. A card thanking me for my humor and inspiration. Then I opened it.
And wanted to cry for an entirely different reason. It was beautiful, and her thoughtfulness in using my blog’s tag line just humbled me.
A month ago, when I said I’d like to participate, I hadn’t anticipated that I’d be the one who so desperately needed a little joy sent their way.
Karianne, sincerely, thank you.
I opened the second item and it immediately became clear who I wanted to give it to.
Life is a series of moments called now.
A month ago, we moved in to my parent’s master bedroom. Since then, we have eaten their food, showered with their water, and watched TV using their electricity. And they refuse to let us give anything back to them. They don’t want us to do anything, they don’t want any money.. they even fight me when I try to pay for groceries… groceries I’m planning on eating. When we leave the house, we come back to clean laundry, a made bed, and yes… mints on our pillows.
We’ll never be able to repay them, even though repayment is something that would never flit across their minds.
So with tears brimming, I scrawled “thank you for being you” and presented my mom with Karianne’s beautiful work.
I think that in the future when we come over to visit, I’ll see that hanging on their wall and remember the month we were there… all these “nows” that will soon become memories. And I’ll be reminded that even though hard times are bound to plague us all, D and I are still blessed beyond measure, and that’s what is important to remember.