I was browsing in a local shop the other day, trying to find some little gifts to add to a care package I was sending off later in the day. The shop owner watched me pick up this, set down that, and then asked if she could help me find something. I smiled and said I didn’t really know what I was looking for… do you have anything for a broken heart?
In the shop that day, the owner’s 7 year old daughter was helping her mother unwrap new jewelry for the display case. I was taken in by that little darling because her long wavy hair and pretty eyes reminded me of my 4 daughters. Each one of mine is grown now: Raising children of her own. Waiting to have children of her own. Trying to find her way. And mending a broken heart.
I made small talk for awhile, and shared just a bit of my mission for the day. As I continued around the corner and looked at some coffee mugs and wall signs, I heard the little one innocently ask her mother, ‘why is her heart broken?’.
After shopping for a bit more, nothing seemed quite right, and I decided there was probably not a purchase in this store that would meet my needs. As I walked back to the counter, I could hear the shop owner and her little girl whispering. The Mom looked up at me as I approached and said, ‘I asked my daughter if she was away at college and had a broken heart, what would she like me to send her. She said, I would want chocolate cookies and you’.
Out of the mouths of babes…
No matter if a little girl is 7 or 27, if her heart is sad, if she is hurting, she wants the same thing.
Chocolate cookies and her Mama.
As I said my good-byes to them, with tears in my eyes, I said, ‘enjoy her today… ‘. That young mother stared back at me with tears of her own, nodded her head, and hugged her little girl.
I had one more stop before heading home — the local bakery. Once home, I carefully wrapped the goodies and placed them in the padded box. I had been rushing to get the package to the post office before closing. But even with all the trinkets and goodies, the box still seemed incomplete.
‘…cookies and you.’
I wish I could fit myself into that box. And even if I did get to her, what then? Why does she need me? And then I knew how to seal up that box. Looking at the clock, I decided the shipment would have to wait until tomorrow. Remembering the challenge from a book I once read, Put Your Heart On Paper, I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and sat down at my kitchen table…
“My Dear Sweet Girl…… “
I sealed the letter with hugs and kisses and placed it in the box, and mailed it out the next morning.
Just her Mama’s heart and a few chocolate cookies.