A counselor I saw once said I'm a creative person. This took me by total surprise, "Me, creative? I'm not artist, or even really crafty." Things I do and make don't usually look pretty or nice. Not even the bed, or when I fold towels. But what she meant is I create, create groups, friendships, relationships, projects. I start things. I start therefore I create. It changed the way I look at myself.
And when I'm stressed I turn to that, I start creating. Right now it's mom's groups (2 in the past month) and this blog.
One of the said groups was supposed to have a cookie exchange tonight. One of the friends I've made here graciously offered her house since I live with my inlaws. We invited all the moms we know, even had some real interest and a couple RSVPs. It was shaping up to be a fun night of coffee and snacks and chit chat. And I was hoping a foundation for many friendships and maybe a solid new moms group.
Nobody showed up.
Not a single person.
So we ate cookies, drank coffee, talked and then went shoe shopping. I bought boots and flats for under $50! Whoo hoo!
Now, while that isn't a terrible exciting story it does have a point. While I was busy creating and planning how to feel better I was given something else. A true personal connection with a friend.
I was given what I needed. A friend. I wanted big fancy party where everyone talked about how good my cookie was and wanted to join and be part of my new group I had created. What I was given was so much better. In a place that feels pretty empty I was handed a connection, not just another bunch of half-way there acquaintances but a line of support and love.
Do you have any stories about how you were given just what you needed at the right time? Whether you knew you needed it or not?
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