The Little Things
October 14, 2011
Now that I have a 30 minute commute, books on CD from the library are my new favorite thing. I just began I’m Proud of You by Tim Madigan, a memoir of his friendship with Fred Rogers. That’s Mr. Rogers to…well…everybody.
It is early on in the book, but already so clear that Mr. Rogers impacted this man’s life because his friendship consistently brought this author unconditional love and acceptance and understanding. The impact that experience made is so lovely I may have to stop listening because I can’t be showing up to work with tears in my eyes.
It is amazing what a difference we make when we take a moment to treat the people in our lives that way, show them they matter and are important.
Today I happen to see a couple of people I haven’t seen in sometime because going back to work has changed my schedule. Both stopped to tell me they missed me and their faces made me believe it was really true. Those expressions come at a particularly weary time in this difficult process. What a kind thing it is to have someone tell you that, make you feel your presence matters and its absence noticed.
So to all those sweet folks who have said that to me lately, I was so touched I forgot to tell you this:
“I miss you, too!”
