Back in the day, when we would visit my mom (inside of her house-not in the drive-way) our puppy would wait excitedly on the welcome mat and sprint directly to her kitchen table the minute she cracked open her door.
You see my mom’s favorite breakfast treat is Entenmann’s crumb cake and needless to say, crumbs always land on the floor. Our little Daisy would diligently lick up every last morsel like she was a member of an elite hazmat team.
This was our dog’s go-to-gig at grandma’s..so you can imagine her confusion when we stopped going inside. She just sits forlornly at my mother’s door, giving it a little scratch now and then…looking at us with those disappointed black button eyes. Poor mom has felt so sad that the special little routine she had with Daisy fell victim to social distancing rules.
But leave it to grandma to figure out a solution..
Yesterday we arrived at her place at about 4pm to deliver dinner from a local restaurant. As usual, mom was sitting on a folding chair in her open garage waiting for us to arrive. Daisy dashed out of the car to say hello and lo and behold, mom had dusted some crumbs off her cake that morning and put them in a bowl for our dog. You have NEVER seen such an excited puppy..!
It seems like such a trivial thing doesn’t it?.. but getting a “taste of normal,” even if it’s just a few “crumbs” has never been more important..
it’s healing ..
it’s almost magical.
For my husband and me, an occasional walk on the beach has become that taste of normal; a reminder that there are constants in life that will NEVER change no matter what. The big dipper is still there too at night if you take a moment to look for it, the sun comes up and you can feel it’s warmth, if you’re quiet, you can hear the birds sing, and God, the creator of it all, is still right here..He’s always here..He always will be.
So as you start this new week..don’t forget to look for the crumbs..those tastes, those moments of pure normal.