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Making the best of things

Sam,

Some days, you say things that startle me.  In a good way.

You had a sleep-over at your friend Penny’s house during the holiday break.  You loaded yourselves up with makeup, sang karaoke, and got out every doll and accessory in the house.  Just what I would have expected from an 8-year old.photo(12)

Dinner, though, was quite a surprise.  (Penny’s mom, Marilyn, told the story best, but I will do my best to retell.)  You made a few no-holds-barred comments like, “Wow!  Marilyn!  Your green bean casserole is NOTHING like my mom’s.  I love it!  My mom’s is way too spicy, but this is perfect.”  Tonight’s beans, mind you, were straight from the can.  “And the cranberry sauce – woah.  That is amazing stuff.  My mom’s is terrible!”  Again, straight from the can.

Marilyn was amused by your gushing over her un-extravagant fare.   And given your total honesty, it seemed like good timing to get a truthful answer about our lifestyle of late.  “How is life in the camper?” Marilyn asked matter-of-factly.

“Living in the camper?  It. is. AMAZING!  It’s the best place we’ve ever lived!”

Back up, what?   Amazing?   The BEST place we’ve ever lived?  I am stunned.   I have been thinking about it ever since…

I like the camper too.  It is luxurious, and cozy.  It has a washer and dryer (tears of happiness!).  We have fun here.  We laugh here.  We look forward to coming home when we have been away.   But it is most certainly not the best placed I have ever lived.  Nor would I say “amazing”.   Puzzling.

I cannot help but wonder if it is a question of contentment.  Perhaps you have everything you need in a way you have never experienced?  Maybe you are thriving on being reminded daily that we are loved, taken care of, thought of.  Are we acutely aware of how much worse things could be?  It might be that writing thank you letters each week has helped you to adopt an attitude of gratitude?  Is it possible that your happiness is rooted in something much deeper than your circumstances, already, at just 8 years old?
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Or perhaps green beans and cranberry sauce from a can were just so alarmingly good that your entire world began to radiate.  Either way, while I have been merely making the best of things (canned food and camper living included), you have been making them “AMAZING!”  I am humbled and inspired.   And you have my word – green beans from a can, here on out.

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,DSC_0975
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if [Happy], he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
What if [Happy], perhaps, means a little bit more.”

-adapted from Dr. Seuss’s, How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Love you most,
Mom

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