A Matter of Doing
I have a mug, my mug, at my daughter’s home. It’s a nice hefty, bulbous mug, black with a deep red interior and a dark red UH on the front for my alma mater, the University of Houston. Whenever I’m in the house, I use it to drink my coffee. I got it for Christmas one year as an official encouragement to come visit any time I want, to let me know I’m always welcome. Sweet gesture.
I hope everyone has a mug in a place where they’re always welcome. It’s a bit like having an embassy in a foreign country, it’s yours, your thing, your place. Sovereign. And it certainly makes me feel welcome, and the kids are always happy to tell me just where it is, because I suppose when they see it, they think of me, because it’s harder to see them these days with them being in Virginia rather than 300 miles down the road in Houston.
I’m going to make more of an effort this year to get to Virginia. Kids are only kids for a little while, and you hate to miss them at that sweet age. Of course, I think I said that last year, but I’m making a concrete effort this year. Besides, I like Virginia and the east coast, so finding a way to be here more often is certainly no burden. As with most things, it’s simply a matter of doing, and it is something I very much want to do.