comfort

Visiting teaching is much more than a visit or sharing a thought with a sister.
It is how we connect with one another.
~source

On Wednesday night I wasn't feeling so great, so I put in the order for crackers and ginger ale. That night brought little sleep and lots of interruption. On Thursday morning I was afraid I wouldn't be able to complete my carpool duties without at least one stop at the side of the road to hurl. I phoned my friend L.Mo at 7:something in the morning, and she answered with a smile in her voice, "Hello?" I told her I was ill and asked her if she would mind driving that morning. Her reply was that nothing would make her happier.

L.Mo is one of the other carpool moms, which is the main reason I thought to ask her, but she is also my visiting teacher, and I feel comfortable asking her for help in that capacity. She has always been so kind and helpful.

After the kids had made their way to school, there was a knock at my door. I shuffled to the front room and cautiously opened the door to find L.Mo standing there with brightly-colored, sweet-smelling flowers. I invited her in and we chatted for a while. When she left, I went into the kitchen and cracked open another can of Canada Dry.

No appointment was made. No formal lesson or message was delivered. Sometimes it just happens like this. She likely had no idea that I'm having a very difficult time right now because one of my friends passed away unexpectedly last week and I've been feeling lonely, but because of her genuine concern, I felt better that day. I felt exactly what I needed to feel: the warmth of friendship.