Mom left St. Luke’s Hospital that cold January day in Kansas City with a potted plant on her lap instead of a “bundle of joy”. I only arrived home two months later at a roly-poly, five pounds. For those reading this who are younger, it was rather extraordinary that a premature baby lived and thrived, as a large number of babies either died shortly after birth or had complications, like blindness (from too much oxygen in the incubator as technology was not as it is today).
Other cultures make giving to friends and family on one’s birthday a priority. I love this! It’s the community that rears a child to adulthood and then onto the grave after all. None of us could survive without all the work, ingenuity and love that the world provides to us. We are so blessed to have such abundance in our lives. It makes sense to give back, even if it is a humble and heart-felt “thank you for being there.” The truism from Jesus of Nazareth is perfect for these occasions, “it is more blessed to give than to receive.”
This is why tomorrow, I have the honor and pleasure of sending you and my other beloved community a small gift of my affection. I hope that you will accept it and pass it on.