Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Weekly Postcards

Andrea's grandson, Thomas, moved away with his dad to another part of the country.  Andrea was devastated that her grandson was gone and out of her life. She agonized about what she could do to stay connected with him in a situation where she wasn't really invited. She found out his address and proceeded to write him a postcard every week for many years. She would collect cards so she would have them on hand. She wrote about what was happening at her house. She told about where she lived and what she was doing. She made the effort to connect him with people that loved him even though they were separated. She heard nothing from him until one day, when he was a man, he showed up on her doorstep wanting to get to know her. She was shocked to see him after all those years, yet ready to take him into her life in person and begin to develop a relationship.

The perseverance that Andrea demonstrated to Thomas showed that she cared about him in spite of the circumstances. Apparently the love that came through those notes settled in his heart and he wanted to know who that person was who so diligently communicated with him. Thus began a new chapter for all of them.

Andrea accepted her situation, yet was unwilling to let her grandson slip away unnoticed. She figured out a way to keep the thread of love going between them with the postcards. It didn't cost much. It did require dedication and a little time. Andrea didn't know where it would all lead. She just knew she had to do something proactive. And in this case, this story has a happy ending.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Magic Christmas Tree

This is really a Christmas story even though we are in January. Put on your imaginations and go with it.

When our family was biking the Erie Canal in May, we stopped at various bed and breakfasts along the way. Each of them were unique and we heard lots of stories. This story, of what I call the magic Christmas tree, is my favorite.

The owners lived on several acres which included wooded areas, but there were no Christmas trees  on the property. They had a couple of youngish grandchildren who lived near by. One year in December, the owners bought a cut tree and planted it in their back yard - well - not really planted it because it was cut. They dug a hole and put the trunk in deep enough that it looked like it was growing there. The grandchildren were then invited to go look around to property to see if they could find a Christmas tree. They delighted in searching here and there until they discovered it. The parents came with their saw and cut down the tree for a second time. The kids never knew that this had been planted just for them. They just knew they were looking for the magical Christmas tree that was there every year - yes - it became a tradition.Other activities surrounded the tree search - hot cocoa, getting out the tree lights, unpacking the  decorations.

I was charmed by the creative and practical solution to getting their tree - making it into a magical experience. I bet the kids didn't even care when they found out that it had been planted, because the whole experience was such fun.