Miles run today: 10
Words written in novel so far: 19,697 (woo-hoo! Baby steps!)
Blueberry muffins my son made this morning with blueberries we picked: 12
When my husband’s parents left last weekend to head back home to England, his stepmother said, “Thank you so much for making us feel treasured.”
A.) This is so charming and quaint.
B.) Most everything sounds better with an English accent. Have you noticed that an English voice-over on a TV commercial can (almost) make you think that cleaning toilets is fun?
C.) She also kisses on both cheeks, which, in the 14 1/2 years that my husband and I have been married, I have never mastered. I am afraid I have secretly become known as The Awkward American Wife Who Can’t Double-Kiss.
D.) I realized that that is exactly what I want people to feel when they leave our house: treasured.
When someone captures a concept so perfectly in words, I often puzzle over it and turn it over in my mind for several days afterwards, like a good book or a movie that has an unforgettable defining moment.
My grandmother introduced me to the idea, way back when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. When we went to visit, she would always, always have baked at least four desserts. One time, we counted ten.
She was that excited about our visit. How can you not feel treasured when you show up at someone’s house, and they’ve baked blackberry pie, pound cake, strawberry shortcake, peach cobbler, key lime pie and banana nut bread? For you? Even as ungrateful little kids, my sister and I would hover over our “sampler” platters and try not to drool.
But these days, I find that friends and family are quick to say, “Please don’t go to any trouble” when they are coming to visit. One friend said we could pick up Chick Fil-A so we didn’t concern ourselves with cooking all day.
Sometimes, it’s nice to feel troubled. Sure, there can be stress involved, like when I left cooked spinach with garlic in the oven for four days while we went to the beach because I forgot it was there, and it created the most unholy smell you’ve ever experienced, ever. Do not try this at home, folks. Our oven is only just now recovering from my cooking felony.
The whole visit and our guests over the years remind me of the 10,000 Maniacs song, “Trouble Me.”
With all your cares and your worries
On the days that you feel spent.
I’m always grateful for the friends and family who have helped me over the rough patches. But it occurs to me that “Treasure Me” is the positive, upbeat side of things.
A.) Why can’t I think of something charming and quaint to say to let people know how much I care about them?
B.) Why does no one use my accent to make toilet cleaning look appealing?
C.) Why can’t I invent something that’s as cool as the Double Cheek Kiss but doesn’t require the same cosmopolitan flair?
D.) I hope everyone who is invited to our home leaves feeling treasured.
What about you? Are you afraid that you cause stress for your hosts? Are you glad to host others?