Day 23 - The Greatest Gift Someone Has Ever Given To You
Most people won't think this is amazing, or spectacular, but I do:
My mom gave me a jar of sand.
The one place I, a beach-goer, have always dreamed of going is to Myrtle Beach, SC. About a year ago, my mother went, and I was so jealous! And so my mother, hoping to ease my sadness, sent me a jar of sand; a small, crystal clear jar filled with warm, bright white South Carolina sand.
And I will always cherish it.
That jar sparked an idea between my mother and I. For each holiday occasion, we send each other a jar of sand (or clay, or dirt) from someplace new. She's sent me jars from Myrtle Beach, the Outer Banks, Tennessee, Cherokee NC, and Kentucky. I've sent her sand from beaches all over the shore, including Smith Island.
It keeps my mother and I close together. We both find ultimate peace on the beach. It is our place of refuge. And with only one beach near her (It's a manmade strip of sand on a lake, if you want to call it a beach...), those jars remind her of home. And the jars that she sends to me remind me that there's a big world out there to explore.
...If I choose to explore it.
My mom gave me a jar of sand.
The one place I, a beach-goer, have always dreamed of going is to Myrtle Beach, SC. About a year ago, my mother went, and I was so jealous! And so my mother, hoping to ease my sadness, sent me a jar of sand; a small, crystal clear jar filled with warm, bright white South Carolina sand.
And I will always cherish it.
That jar sparked an idea between my mother and I. For each holiday occasion, we send each other a jar of sand (or clay, or dirt) from someplace new. She's sent me jars from Myrtle Beach, the Outer Banks, Tennessee, Cherokee NC, and Kentucky. I've sent her sand from beaches all over the shore, including Smith Island.
It keeps my mother and I close together. We both find ultimate peace on the beach. It is our place of refuge. And with only one beach near her (It's a manmade strip of sand on a lake, if you want to call it a beach...), those jars remind her of home. And the jars that she sends to me remind me that there's a big world out there to explore.
...If I choose to explore it.