When I was a little girl rummaging around in my mother’s linen closet, I found a pretty little box that sparked my interest. The box was white with pink flowers and tied with a pale pink ribbon which I gently slipped off and lifted the lid. A delicate perfume filled the space around me as I unwrapped three silky smooth bars of soap nestled in layers of tissue. I rubbed one of the bars against my cheek savoring its softness and wondered why these lovely soaps were hidden away. When I asked my mother if we could use them she replied that they were special and not for everyday use. Disappointed, I returned the ‘special’ box of soap to the linen closet.
As I progressed through the house and began pulling
tablecloths and comforters from the linen closet, there behind the towels, sat
the ‘special’ box of soap. I opened the lid, and as I expected, they were all
still there, forgotten after all these years. What had she saved them for? How
sad that she never enjoyed the few minutes of luxury the soap could have given
her.
In the end, most of my parents prized possessions were given
away or thrown out. I brought home a few things (including the beer glasses)
that I just couldn’t get rid of. On the way home I found myself wishing my
parents had enjoyed all the things they considered too good to be used.
Instead, the items became give-a-ways, or garbage. What a shame.
Now the beer glasses and the colored crystal wine glasses
are in my hutch. However, instead of collecting dust, I intend to enjoy them. My
husband thinks the beer tastes better in the elegant glasses. In fact, I am
using my own ‘special’ dishes and glasses more. I intend to make each day that I am healthy and
sharing my time with friends and family a special occasion. As I offer a toast to
my parents with their ‘special’ glasses, I feel their approval that we are
enjoying them. Isn’t that what they are meant for?
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