Two weeks ago, my sister fell on the ice and earned a metal plate, screws, and a purple cast, and this coupled with a few other events left my sister sounding broken.
So, Friday I boarded a plane and traded my Blue Ridge Mountains for the Rocky Mountains. When I arrived at the Mile High City, I planned to cook, clean, and help my sister find a wedding dress for her upcoming wedding even if it meant sewing one myself.
Instead, my sister and I hung out, ate homemade soup, watched a documentary, cut our hair, and read trashy magazines.
On the flight home, I started to panic.
I didn’t clean her bathroom.
I didn’t create meals and freeze food.
I didn’t sew her a wedding dress.
Then, I thought of times in my own life, times when I felt broken. I reflected on the people who supported me, and what they did to show support.
Lindy brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to the hospital.
Dusti created a very, berry parfait.
Leah listened to me rehash the same story again.
Krista chased me with a toilet brush until I allowed her to clean my bathrooms.
Steph made a cake in celebration of her being oxygen free.
Loraine paid bills.
Laura knew I needed a friend and visited.
Wendy babysat a screaming kid.
What do all of these acts of service have in common?
People took interest. People showered love. People understood that support isn't about the big things. Sometimes support just means showing up.
It's a good lesson from smart friends, one that I'm working hard to learn.
Can you think of a time when someone supported you by showing up?: :
Linking with Jen and counting the friends listed above as gifts on Multitude Mondays.
Pssst, have you heard about mushy, gushy, make your heart race, love letters?