We went to see A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood yesterday afternoon. It was perfect. In a time when the world seems loud and angry it was a respite.
Some thoughts as I watched the movie I’ve carried with me into a new day.
I wish I was more like Mr. Rogers. He had a way of making every person he came into contact with feel valued and important. He really listened. “I like you just the way you are.” Remember those gentle words? Me too. I’m not as good at doing that as I wish I was. I need to practice more.
I wish I had a Mr. Rogers in my life. I’m a natural introvert. Over the years I’ve come to embrace and treasure my quiet tendencies. I’m a fairly good listener. But, you know, sometimes I hunger for someone to look into my eyes and say “tell me how you feel about that” and then listen while I pour out some of what hurts.
Remember the people who loved me into being. I grew up in a small family; we kept to ourselves. My family wasn’t gifted with longevity and none remained with me for the long haul. When I think of precious ones who poured into my life, the roster isn’t a long one and memories are hazy. In recent years I’ve come to a place of honouring the first person who loved me into being: my birth mom. It’s taken a long time.
I recommend seeing this movie. We can all use some Mr. Rogers.
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On another note, my manuscript is with my developmental editor! There’s still lots of work ahead to birth this book but it feels great to have achieved this milestone. Presences of Absences: A story about living busy, broken and beloved. Coming in 2020.