Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Getting a Grip
When we visited them Sunday night, I noticed a bunch of glassware in the kitchen being staged for their new places within the cabinets. I hadn't remembered packing sets of camouflage gloves, though.
While we were eating dinner, she said, "Oh hey, I have something for you." She handed me one of the pairs I'd just seen on the counter.
As I examined them, I noticed the palms were completely coated with silicone.
"They're for when you need to get a better grip on something," she said. While we'd packed her belongings over the summer, we'd struggled to lift awkward-shaped cardboard boxes and other gangly items; she knew I'd appreciate them. Molly also has rheumatoid arthritis, and one of the side effects is the inability to get a firm grip on things like jars.
When I glimpsed these in my utensil drawer today, I was touched by her kindness. She knows me and my desire to have a firm hold, not only on boxes, but life. I'm thankful every single day for her presence in my life. She is so generous--not only in gifting me with those glove. She shows me how to let go of daily parenting as an empty nester and a reminds me Whose Hand to reach for when life seems to be giving me the slip. Love you, Molly!
Has someone ever helped you get a grip? I'd love to hear your story today.