Burying an old blue sweat shirt
The first time I saw her she was wearing
a blue sweat shirt, corduroy jeans and penny loafers. Her beautiful deep brown
eyes were alive with warmth and tenderness which came from deep within her
being.
I found her to be a
"comfortable" person to be around. Certainly the soft blue sweat shirt gave a
relaxed feeling to her entire
being.
It was by "chance" that
I met my future friend and wife that beautiful autumn Saturday morning. I did
not always stay in El Dorado Springs on the weekends, but fate found me here and
I stopped by a friend's house, probably about an art idea, and there she sat on
the living room sofa, this beautiful young woman in the soft blue sweat
shirt.
Over a year later,
after we were married, she told me the story of that sweat shirt. Her mother
had grown tired of the shirt, in fact, very tired. She thought it looked too
worn and had suggested at each washing that it should be thrown away, but Diana
insisted that she didn't think it looked so bad. She said she felt comfortable
in it and enjoyed wearing
it.
It made the laundry basket
one day, and her mother, with the help of the rest of the family, decided that
it was time to take action. The shirt was put to rest. It was buried in the
back yard. The matter of what to do with an old blue sweat shirt that its owner
could not properly dispose of was taken care
of!
When Diana went to wear
the shirt a few days later, she discovered it "missing." Asking her mother what
had happened to the shirt she discovered the terrible fate it had
met.
She took her own
immediate action, she found the "final resting place" of her shirt and dug it
up!
That all took place before
I first saw her. I thought the old blue sweat shirt looked just fine that day.
I did not know that it was "too worn" and that it had previously been buried.
It seemed perfect to me. Or was it that it seemed perfect because of the young
lady who was wearing it?
It
could be that she was what brought out the better qualities in the shirt. I
think so.
I know that for me
she is the one who has brought out the better qualities in life. She makes the
days seem more comfortable. She makes the sun shine more brightly. She makes
the flowers bloom more colorfully. She makes the dark clouds seem more gentle.
She makes life worthwhile. She fulfills each
day.
Life has been good to me
because I have been able to share more than half of it with her. One of the
wonderful things about our time together is that it has been filled with growth.
John Lennon penned these words for his wife, Yoko Ono:
Our life together
is so
precious
together, we
have grown,
we have
grown.
That is also how I feel about Diana
and I. Growth becomes a reality only when two people make a commitment to share
their time together through acceptance of one
another.We have often
discussed how we would define the word "love". The best simplistic definition we
have arrived at is
"acceptance".To love another
person you must be willing to accept everything about that person. You cannot
take their strengths and focus on them alone. You cannot take their weaknesses
and set them aside, bury them somewhere where you never have to look at them!
They are a part of that person, just as your weaknesses are a pat of
you.Acceptance is critical to
a relationship. That old blue sweat shirt symbolizes love through acceptance.
She loved that shirt because she accepted it just the way it was, with its worn
appearance, with its imperfections due to age. She saw its good qualities, she
accepted its poor qualities. She accepted it just as it
was.Many times in life we may
say we could love someone if we could just change one thing about them. That is
a conditional love. That just won't work. True love is unconditional. True
love is seeing the other just as they are, accepting them as they are and
sharing your life with
them.She has always done
that. I am thankful that she wore an old blue sweat shirt on a beautiful day in
1966. She no longer has that shirt as it did finally reach the time when it had
fulfilled its purpose. but the old blue sweat shirt continues to teach us about
love, about acceptance.Happy,
happy birthday my love. Thank you for accepting me just as I
am.
Posted: Sun - December
25, 2005 at 06:26 PM