Simplicity

Yesterday, as I sat on the beach, I remembered our family trips to the ocean when dad brought along the habachi. It was a tiny grill that somehow cooked enough food for eight people. Just remembering that grill made me smile. I recently saw a man tug an enormous gas grill on wheels that would not turn in the sand, onto the beach. His state-of-the-art contraption came complete with hanging utensils and a kitchen cabinet built in underneath! There were three whole people in his family to feed, and the baby was an infant--hardly able to down a juicy burger with the works. Oddly, this train of thought led to my mother and how simple her life has become. She has emptied and moved out of her large home on Long Island. She has given away most of her possessions. Somehow, as she gives things away, she becomes more full herself. Last weekend, she gave the Healey family nativity-the one she and my father received as a wedding gift- to my sister who is graduating with her Master's degree in Pastoral Care. This gift had special meaning. It was given in recognition of a journey about to begin --a birth. My mother nurtured this gift for over fifty years, and now she can rest assured that each Nativity piece will bring a new sense of renewal and joy to her own daughter as she begins a new path. I'm deeply grateful that my mother has had the opportunity to simplify her life on her own terms, by giving away beloved treasures to the people she loves more than life itself.