As I sit here sipping a large coffee and watching Good Morning America, thoughts of my maternal Granny’s kitchen popped into my head.
The memories are not just of the incredible southern food that came out of that small kitchen, but are also of her kitchen cabinets and their hardware.
The hardware on Granny’s cabinets was perfect for opening Coke bottles. There was one drawer in particular that everyone used to open their bottles.
Over the years and many Coke bottles later, the perfect indentation was created. Your bottle fit perfectly and opened smoothly.
If Granny cared about the cabinet drawer she never said a word. It was just a part of her homey kitchen.
The kitchen was the hub of her home. It’s where she seemed to constantly be standing at her stove cooking up something delicious while everyone was gathered around the kitchen table talking, laughing and catching up with one another.
It was a kitchen filled with love with the head of it one of the strongest, loving women I’ve ever known. Man, she had a big heart.
My Granny was quick with a joke, loved to stir the pot a bit and then sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Most of all, though, she loved her kids and grandkids fiercely.
I wish I had a kitchen as full as Granny’s. What I wouldn’t give to be at her kitchen table just one more time and see her standing there. I miss her so much.
It’s funny how certain memories come to you at the most mundane times. I’m really happy this is a memory I’ll have for a lifetime.
Lately, I’ve seen a lot of social media posts on being kind. I have contributed some as well. It’s a refreshing change that’s filling up my newsfeeds.
The definition of kindness is the quality of being friendly, generous and considerate. It’s so easy to be kind yet not everyone is kind. I can’t help but wonder why that is.
Is unkindness a product of nurturing, the influence of life experiences or hiding behind a keyboard bullying? I unfortunately can’t answer this question.
I truly believe there are more kind people in the world than the unkind ones. I’ve witnessed firsthand many acts of kindness and I believe I’m a kind person.
It’s not within me to be intentionally unkind to someone. That doesn’t mean I don’t get irritated because I do. We all do. I suppose it’s how we deal with people even when we’re irritable or irritated by something or someone that matters.
Even on the worst of days I try to be kind or keep my mouth shut. There are things in my life that could make me unkind, but I choose kindness instead.
If we disagree we can do so with kindness and respect. I’m not going to be a mean girl no matter our differences.
I grew up around kind people, was taught to be kind and to this day I surround myself with the kind hearted. Perhaps that’s the key; to keep the kind people close and try and be kind even when someone else is not.
That doesn’t mean I don’t stand up for myself or let people treat me unkindly. You can be kind and still possess the ability to kick butt when need be.
There is so much unkindness in the world that it overwhelms me some days. I just throw up my hands and ask why. Then I’ll see or read about an act of kindness and my faith is restored.
The world needs more kindness and more people to speak out on kindness. I’ll do my part and encourage others to do the same.
What a wonderful world it would be if it were filled with only kindness. That’s a world I want to live in.