Last week, I wrote about my mother. My nephew David (her grandson) left a comment about how "Grandma Georgia" remembered the small things--letters, cards, phone calls, etc. In this age of email, texts, facebook, instagrams, etc, such things as cards and phone calls can get lost. (I wonder sometimes if we are raising a whole generation of children who don't know how to write a letter, but that's a subject for another day.)
David was right--my mother did remember the small things. She cut pictures from the newspaper or greeting cards to send to her grandchildren. She slipped a dollar bill in cards to them. She made sure birthdays and baptisms and other special events were remembered.
Mom didn't do grand gestures. That wasn't her style. But her everyday acts of kindness and thoughtfulness spoke grandly to all those who knew her.
So, for today, I am grateful for small things. And, once again, I am grateful for Mom.