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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Family
- Published: 12/11/2021
Maybe you heard it?
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Maybe you heard it when I was putting candy in your Christmas Stocking. Stuffing it with only the candy you like…and none of the ones I like.
Or maybe you heard it in the early winter’s darkness when I got up with your alarm to make your coffee, prepare your salad for lunch, and then sliding back into bed.
Maybe, just maybe, you heard it when I ignore your protests and tuck you in on your side of the bed. Leaning over so far it hurts my back. I plant a little peck on your cheek. And whisper it. Maybe you hear it when I admire your tree…the presents you bought in my name, or the meals you make for later.
I hear it everyday because you stay with me. You make me laugh. You care. I can hear it in simple questions: “How’s your hip?” I can hear it when you tell me to tag along to Costco. I can hear it when you watch an Action Flick or Football…you just want to be near me…close enough that I can hear it in every breath.
Maybe others hear it too.
Maybe you heard it in the way the Children Say: “We are going to Nanny’s house.” Or maybe you heard it in the smile they have on their faces when they make their concoctions out of every juice imaginable…and knowing Nanny wouldn’t care a hoot if you spilled any on the floor. I did. Maybe you hear it when they pull you outside to play in the yard. Or they pull you into their world at the creation station. And they pull out the three Woodies, the two Princess Dolls, and Elmo.
It’s in every game you ever played with the children, grandchildren…or me.
Maybe you heard it when anyone who knows you wishes you safe travels. Sometimes it is in an email, a text, a card, - if you listen carefully you can even hear it in the space they give you to just be you. When Brother’s or Sisters send you something, or check in on you…or smile because of something you said, or did. Sharing your life with family is always layered with it…maybe you heard it? I love you.
Maybe you heard it in a text from a brother, or a quick call from any sibling. Maybe…maybe you heard it when you thought of a friend who isn’t here anymore. Often memories come with the sound of “I loved you” leaking out of every scene. Maybe you hear it in the welcome look people give you when you show up someplace. Their day is a little better because you are there.
You can often hear it by just going to work. Every day. Sometimes it is even tucked in while you pay the bills, fill up with gas, or return an item to the store. Every favor you ever did for anyone, any time, any where…is colored with it. Time. Your time. Given freely…is a testimony to hearing it. If you have ever said: “This is my friend…” You let it be heard.
It could be when someone passes by your chair and tucks your feet in the lap blanket. Or maybe you hear it when someone else gets up…so you don’t have too. Maybe, just maybe, you heard it when you let the lady in front of you take the last cart at the grocery store.
You might have heard it when a song came on the radio, or you put one on your playlist. Maybe you heard it when you sat on the floor with the younger kids instead of towering over them. You can always hear it when you read to a child, admire their artwork, or taste their cooking.
Sometimes you can hear it when a child of your own calls: “just to chat, Dad.” Or Mom. I heard it when my daughter asked if I wanted to go for a walk. And when both daughters took me on a walk. They know I love to walk…so they take me along. You can hear it loud and clear there.
You can almost sing it when someone forgives you. Some don’t. And then…you have to forgive yourself and move on…and that…is love too.
Maybe you heard it when a voice from inside the house comes to you as you get out of the car:
“You need any help, Honey?”
Maybe you heard it. I did.
I love you.
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