Does It Have A Spoon?

This week I received the first phone call from my daughter (*twelve hours away at college)* with those tears of "I want to come home."

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So, I opened up the drawer of things I have stashed to send to her each week. Things I collect when I see something that makes me think of her.

I had her brothers write some notes to their sister (*Mom, can't I just text her?....NO!)*
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I sealed it in those flat rate shipping boxes and sent it off.

She texted me and I told her to look for something in the mail.

Her response was, "Does it have a spoon?"

*Does it have a spoon? Oh, right, she had asked for a spoon a few weeks ago. I forgot. Lots of other things, but no spoon.*
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I chucked. "Does it have a spoon?" says so much:

- Will you take care of me?
- Did you send something from home. Real home. Not plastic.
- I'm your child that likes those extra things. Like a spoon sent from home.

I told her she could buy a real spoon for like a dollar at Target. We went back and forth as to whether you really could or not. I know you can because 10 of our 15+ spoons disappeared last year with four kids in the house, and I bought 10 individuals at Target for a little over a dollar.

I told her I could sent her one if she didn't want to buy one.

Her response was as expected, "Ok, send me one from home."

*Just as I expected.*
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