I love the way you contrast your own hesitancy and caution with opening gifts to your son’s confident, gracious yet unentitled experience of them. I believe that there is an art to recognizing and then accepting gifts, and your post really speaks to that and how we come to figure it out.
I also smiled from ear to ear to read about the generous, loving, and nonviolent way you communicated with the raccoons. I know that displacement and loss of space has been a theme on your blog recently, and in other recent posts the displacement you’ve described has been neither gracious nor regenerative nor kind. I think you not only found a way to claim your space with kindness, gently, but you also created your own counterpart to some of the avarice and coldness you’ve recently observed.
Beautiful post to read as I begin this Sunday—thank you!
xoxo
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