Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Yesterday I ate the last chocolate. Holding the Whitman's Box made me almost nostalgic. I didn't want to throw it away. It was a gift from my 18 year old son, Matthew. The memory was precious. I decided to keep it. It would be used to hold my bills and create a lasting legacy.
Along with my bills, it will hold my checkbook, a pen, and a calculator. Every Friday morning, I will get the box from off the shelf and sit at the table. I will do the bills and enjoy the process. I will remember the gift from my dear son.
The box will also hold a little pocket Bible. It will be a comfort. It will be a reminder to "do all things to the glory of God."
On the bottom of the box, I will write an inscription - "A gift from Matthew. Mother's Day, May 2011."
Each moment of my life creates a memory. I will make the daily tasks in life more meaningful with a smile, a nod and a remembrance.
Someday, when the Lord has called me home to heaven, life will go on in my family. They will take on my tasks and continue my work. One of the older children will say, "We will do what Mother has always done." Then they will get the Whitman's box. They will sit at the dining room table on Friday morning, and they will open that box. They will pay the bills. They will see my handwritten budget. They will touch the small Bible. And they will continue on the tradition and legacy of their Mother.
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