I know this sounds high and mighty, but it’s not. I was just now driving home from having breakfast with my mom, and I was trying to figure out why she was so happy about our time together.
She thanked me when I got to her place. She thanked me when we sat down in the restaurant. She thanked me on the way home. She thanked me when I left her as she joined a group of friends who were doing a service project together. And that’s not nearly all of the thank yous she expressed this morning.
We didn’t talk about big stuff while we ate. She’s aged pretty much, so cutting up a waffle is kind of a big undertaking for her. It takes enough concentration that she can’t really converse much while that’s underway.
The food was good, but that wasn’t the source of the gratitude she kept trying to convey.