For Leah.
February was
particularly cold that year. We’d arrived in the middle of term and I stood at
the school gate with the other mums edging uncomfortably towards the group.
We’d left family and friends behind and hubby was working long hours to pay the
mortgage.
Every morning
for five long weeks my eighteen month old daughter, Anna and I turned away from
the gates and trudged home to a cold, empty house. With long, black hours in front of us we
baked, did jigsaw puzzles, painted pictures and read stories trying to occupy
ourselves until three o’clock, when we could fetch her big sister.
It’s not that I
was being snubbed. I just didn’t feel that I fitted in. People nodded, said hello,
then hurried away to their busy lives as the wind blew sharp icicles around them.
Every day my head hung lower and the
lonely ogre in the pit of my stomach grew as my confidence ebbed away. Anna worried,
too, as some days the book I read to her would be wet with my tears. And when even
my voice seemed to have turned against me, I snuggled on the sofa with her, mind
numb , children’s TV washing over us.
Then one
morning, you, my dear friend now for more than ten years, spoke words of
kindness. Words that enriched, strengthened and consoled me, planting a flame
of hope in that bitter winter and bringing my vulnerable self back to life.
Seemingly so ordinary,
everyday and simple and maybe they were, but in the place that I was in, they had
such force. They said to me, you’re important. You’re likable. I want to spend
time with you. You are interesting and I value you. You’re ok.
Those eight
words, full of grace and magnanimity, your gift to me, were:
“Like to come back to mine for a
coffee?”
Now, I felt belonged , was accepted.
I’ve never told
you how timely and precious that Kind act was, so I’m singing your praises now.
Thank you, Leah, for your powerful gift to me. A gift that, when unwrapped,
took on its own momentum, bringing, health, friendship, warmth and love. A
present that you had no idea you were giving, yet it altered my life.
What a joy to
have met you on my way. Your inspiration stays with me and I hope I use the
wondrous talent of speech wisely and in a generous way as you did and still do.
It is a gift.
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