We work hard. We plough on trying to leave a legacy that will leave the world a better place. Yet the one legacy that makes the difference is the love that we share and develop across the years.
I am writing this as my wonderful mother at 83 insists on cooking the Xmas meal. She keeps sitting down as she is weary, yet she won't let me take over...why? Because she is my mum and she wants to cook for me and her....its just the two of us and she wants to doing something especially for me to say thank you for being here for her.
For me I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, because the love of a parent is so warm, so freely given. It makes me reflect.....
...how we rush through our lives, finding ways of being more and more productive so it seems strange that today seeing mum taking ages to prepare the vegetables that we must find ways of not saving time but cherishing time, not reducing the time things take but increasing the meaning of the time taken and not reducing our lives to quick, short snippets of "stuff" but increasing the time we take to think about what we learn....
This meal will be special not for the taste of the food but that secret ingredient called love that has gone into making it.......and maybe there is a lesson in there for us all.
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