Friday, August 20
A thank you
She stood behind us in line at the thrift store, slightly stooped, clothes neat and hair curled, tremors from her hands reaching into my cart to slightly touch the pressure canner sitting there. It was a find of finds, shiny and modern, priced at ten percent of what one would pay retail and I was so pleased and feeling blessed to have found it sitting amongst old blenders and ugly lamps.
"You can?" she asked, looking into my eyes. I smiled and asked the kids to tell her what we've been canning. Green beans, jams, applesauce... they rattled off.
We chit-chatted for a few minutes in the long line and she asked about the children around me, if they were all mine and I answered yes.
"And do you live in the country?" she asked.
I mentioned where we live and her eyes turned back to the children. Softly she said, "We wanted ten, you know."
"Yes. God gave us one. A daughter. And then no more for ten years. Our daughter turned ten and I had another daughter, a year after that a son and that was it."
The kids answered a few questions from her and she turned her sweet elderly face back up towards me.
"You must have help..." she stated.
"Help?" I was confused.
Did she think I was a single mother, I wondered, and so answered: "It is just my husband and I."
"But no help?" her question hung on the air. Certainly I didn't look wealthy, I thought, waddling eight months pregnant through the thrift store with five children like ducklings laughing behind and around me.
"No mother, no sisters?" her questions continued.
Ah, I understood. "Mmmm... not that are around or can help" I told her.
We chatted some more about canning and children and as I turned to set my purchases on the counter I heard her softly say, "I wish I was your neighbor."
So thank you to the sweet woman whose name I do not know, who took the time to talk to my children, think our large and noisy family is great, tell me about her life and wish that she could be a part of mine.
Posted by Me at Friday, August 20, 2010