I’ve decided to write each day leading up to Thanksgiving about gratitude. Each day I will give thanks for one special thing in my life, today it’s “The Momelette”.
I few years ago my sweetheart at the time asked me if I he could make me an omelette one morning. I said, “sure!!”. Little did he know that this small act of kindess is like the holy grail for a single mom.
He added all kinds of veggies, colors, spices and eggs as I sipped coffee and snuggled my chin over his shoulder to watch. He was a magician, whipping and stirring and sprinkling. I was in awe.
Soon this heaping delight was on a plate in front of me. I took a bite and warmth and care filled me from head to toe. I remember looking across the table at him, as my eyes welled up with love. I remember thinking I couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown me caring in this way. I am usually the short order cook and dishwasher, this was magic.
It’s been a few years since that sweet moment. He made me many omelettes over the years, so many in fact that he nicknamed it “The Momelette”. I have wonderful memories of our mornings.
Our relationship ended last year dispite our best efforts to make it work.
This morning I made myself a Momelette and thought about this sweet man, his caring for me and how he brought spice into my life. He taught me how to make a Momelette and today, I made some for my kiddos as I said a quiet “Thank You”. I am thankful for the kindness, caring and love symbolized in a delicious Momelette.