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My sister gifted me with a kitchen table
that she doesn't have room for anymore.
She is making a new start in a new home.
It is perfect in our kitchen and makes the room quite cozy.
We took the bigger table that had been there and put it in the dining room.
I had my coffee there this morning as I read the Boston Pilot.
I live in the middle of a three pronged fork in the road.
My windows look out over a small park, a larger baseball field,
and the "lowlands" parking lot,
which is residential parking for the beach.
Today it's grey and rainy
but our kitchen will have bright morning light
if the sun ever comes back out.
My sister has stage 4 colon cancer in her bones.
She's just finished up the first stage of her chemo treatments
and is starting up on stage 2 this week.
Stage 2 is expected to last indefinitely.
We live about 3 hours apart so I don't get to help her as often as I wish.
It's comforting to sit at her table
and say a little morning prayer for
a new, hope filled start in her new home.
Somehow, even though we are miles and miles apart
we have this little kitchen table connecting us with each other.
I often think of Mary and Elizabeth's friendship
and how Mary traveled to see her while they were both expecting.
Saturday I did a marathon drive to my sister's house
to help her move some things
and help to set up her new kitchen and dining rooms.
I said a prayer in each room for healing and hope
and laughter and happy family times....
As women, we have a vital role in how our worlds go 'round.
We organize the kitchen because we know that is where the life is.
And, we set up dining rooms because we know that is where family gathers.
We put a bowl on a shelf, and we say a prayer,
and we put a glass in a cabinet and we say a prayer,
and we lay a cloth on a table and we say a prayer.
We share our hearts without words.
Late last night after I got home my husband and I
sat at the table and had a simple dinner of chicken baked with sauerkraut.
The table is old, and simple...strong and steadfast.
As am I.
We are the superheroes of our families...
finding comfort in an old table, a colourful placemat
and a bunch of scattered prayers.
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