Today, like most days during this Distance Learning experience (or maybe I should say experiment), I emerged from my morning of sitting in my very small office at my very small desk on my very small chair, all tucked into the corner of our guest room, to grab a quick bite of lunch before hopping on to my next Google Meet. As I grabbed the yogurt and a banana, my husband came through the door. “You got a card!” he said, as he put the pile of mail down on the counter.
Hmmm, I thought. Who would be sending me a card? Mother’s Day is over and there are no birthdays or holidays coming up anytime soon. I can’t imagine it’s an invitation as no one is going anywhere right now. I put down my bowl and spoon and reached for the card. As I looked at the envelope, I quickly recognized the handwriting. Why would she be sending me a card? I thought.
I opened the envelope, unfolded the card, and read the words inside. I was moved. It was a note to say thank you. It was a note that recognized my efforts. It was a note to wish me good health. It was a note that said, “I see you. I appreciate you.” It was, of course, completely unnecessary. That’s what made it so special.
A simple note. A few words. Such kindness. Such power.