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Epic, sweeping, love story spanning continents.....
Often it feels to me as though the best way to thank people in my universe is to show by example some of the magical things I have learned. This is for my mom, Mary Lee and my sister, Kate - both extraordinary examples of motherhood. I sit in gratitude that somehow I ended up related to these two incredible women - I will choose them over and over again in all of my next lives....
From Kate:
Ok--so it's 2am. I found out yesterday that I have 2 stay at the
Hong Kong Hospital tonight for surgury on my other (right) hand Thursday
a.m. My son is laying wrapped in blankets on the corner of my bed
(naked, i find after rousing him to return to bed--) The cat is
sprawled on her back in a crevice between the kid and i--stretched to
maximum cat length. I, myself, am laying with twisted legs to avoid
squashing kid/cat, and twisted arms among the half a dozen "prop
pillows" to keep the casts from scarring my forhead like the night
before.(Did you know if you rub a plaster cast on your forhead all night
it leaves a rather large strawberry resembling rug burn?) My husband,
who has the nack of sleeping through hurricanes--is enjoying the
honeymoon bed to my left, just East of chaos, and snooring readily.
I wake up cold and hurting and not really wanting to attempt the
aerobic yoga it will require to reach medicine for comfort...or to pull
up the blankets for that matter (with my teeth). I wait it out as long
as i can. I finally, thinking it MUST be morning, make my move. Now,
keep in mind, it is Never this cold in the tropics but the current temp
is 40--COLD for here--and I do not have ANY shirts that fit over casts
(and are warm). Nor do I have any warm pants I can pull up and down on
my own. BUT, Afin, my saintly house helper, is finally starting to
catch up (poor woman) on vacation laundry. When I approach the closet
the first thing I see is this GREAT fleecy robe that my sister so
generously donated to me at my wedding--(after much wanton gazing from
afar on my part). You see, I've long been seeking out the perfect
robe. My friend Sheryl makes them, but I have yet to commission one and
when I laid eyes
on jenn's--it was the closest
I've seen thus far in my seeking.
So i quickly go through the possibility that the robe may fit over
my arms and that maybe I can even get it on by myself--without waking
the husband from his snooring nocturnal bliss.
And low...
it does work. And it is warm. And comfy. And I can even tie it
by myself (which is more than i can say for my coat around my waist--ask
the vulnerable woman at the bookstore in Hong Kong,"Could u do me a
favor...?" I said.).
So, keep in mind during all of this--I hadn't had a chance to sit
quietly fireside in my lovely ski condo in my newly acquired robe on my
honeymoon--due to the unfortunate snowboarding incident. This, was my
first magical experience with the robe--and i discover it even has
pockets. Rather Bulky pockets I am thinking---but it was just washed so
they must be inside out--so im trying to adjust--with my cold, hurting,
broken arms flailing. Oh. It's a newly dried/washed piece of paper.
Probably a receipt--NO? Maybe, just maybe, a love note from my sister!
We do that sort of thing, our mom taught us how good it feels. When
Michael moved to China the year before I did--I put notes
everywhere--some of which he was still finding after I moved in... BUT
you never want to get too excited expecting a love note and it turns out
to be a grocery list.
But low,
it was a love note. But, not ONLY from my "real"
sister--also from my "sistas", the Goodlife Inn Keepers. And--I sit--in
the bathroom of my home in China and think of all the women in history
who experienced going off on their honeymoon, scared and nervous and a
bit issolated--without so much as a love note from mom. But here I am,
pre-SECOND-surgury, a little scared and nervous and a bit issolated, and
I am reminded from the warmth of my robe of how beautiful my life is
and how fortunate I am to know my friends and how great mt family is...
And how perfect it is that I found the note now, in a moment of literal
cold darkness--and even after chinese water torture via washing
machine..
Perfectly in tact--
without so much as a smudge--
a love note to me and my new family.
You might drop a random love note somewhere today--in hopes it makes your loved one feel as special and warm as my robe.
love u,
k
From THE ROBE & me:
Dear Kate:
As THE ROBE, I wish to congratulate you upon your recent discovery
of the comfort and utility I am to provide you. Even though I exist
merely as a rather suitcase size of fleece imprinted with suns, moons
and stars I must admit that (apologies for egotism) I knew I was made
for you. I was quite apprehensive to come out of the suitcase my first
evening at the GOODLIFE INN. I had overheard the crowd and realized
that I would be in great demand even as your sister flaunted me through
the great room and flopped down in front of the fire place. (I'm FLEECE
for the love of God and all that is flammable!)
It was then that I lengthened my pockets so that you would receive
love notes. I widened my sash so that you could tie and untie me as
needed. I knew that I would comfort you like no other.
Do I miss your sisters slovenly ways? NO! I dare to shout that
the last foster puppy she brought in to the house narrowly missed me
during yet another annoying attempt at disproving any and all theories
of house breaking. Often I would lie discarded on the bedroom floor as a
mere bed for Mama Zen, the ungrateful shedding beast of a cat.
Now, I am a robe with meaning and purpose. A ROBE with a mission
to keep you, my mistress, in comfort, warmth and poetry filled pockets.
Coveringly yours -
ROBE
Reader: Though my previous wearer did not truly abuse me, I always
wondered if she truly needed me; especially as she resides in the
TROPICAL CLIMATE of Florida. It is not my intent to slander her by any
means.
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Never underestimate the power of a love note, especially written in permanent ink.
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