The Things We Take for Granted

“Tell me, how does it feel to see your mother?”, he said.

I was confused. I blinked twice before simply spitting out the word, “What?”

“Tell me how it feels to see your mother,” he repeated. Yes, I had heard the question correctly and yes, he was honestly waiting for an answer.


We were sitting in a New York City coffee shop. The steam rising from the cups of tea in front of us let us know that our drinks were still too hot for us to sip without burning ourselves. The man across from me had immigrated to the United States at a young age with the hope of finding a better life in this country. He hasn’t been back to his native country since he left. He hasn’t seen his mother in over 20 years.

I had no idea how to answer his question. Although I don’t see my family as often as I would like, I definitely see them on a regularly basis. Instead of oceans and entire continents between us, the only thing really separating me from my family is a three hour bus ride and a couple of state lines. I love my family beyond all reason, but the question this man was asking left me at a lost for words.

As I’m headed back home for the holidays to see my family, I can’t help but remember the conversation we had in that coffee shop a few weeks ago. I can’t help but think of how many things I take for granted every day, like seeing my family on a regular basis, consistently waking up with a roof over my head, and being blessed enough wake up at all this morning.

Wherever you are this holiday season, whoever you are spending it with, I pray that you sit down and count your blessings. A little bit of gratitude goes a long way and can change the way you see everything around you.

(Photo credit: Pic was taken by photographer @v_well. Click HERE to head over to her Instagram page and check out her gorgeous images!)

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