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My Best Ever Compliment Rosie got me to thinking with her blog about the best compliment you have ever received. When I read her blog my first thought were along the lines of the last time someone said something nice to/about me or did something nice for me; and to be honest outside the normal things people do for each other every day I was having a hard time of thinking of anything. While I was sitting on the sofa watching the ball game I looked over at one of the end tables and there sat my answer. My oldest , who was 16 at the time, had taken a piece of construction paper and cut it and folded it in half. Now you gotta understand my is like I am in many ways. For one, neither of us can draw a straight line with a ruler. But on the front side of this “card” she had drawn with a box of crayons a rainbow with a man, presumably me standing under it. Above that she had written “For the best daddy in the world” On the inside she had drawn some trees and flowers on one side and on the other side she had written Happy Father’s Day, Love xxxxxx. On the backside she had drawn a picture of she and I walking side by side under the clouds and among the flowers she had drawn. From a 16 year old who expects everything to be just perfect, like her hair, her clothes, her shoes, her make-up, even her homework all have to be just right; this is not something you expect would expect. Talk about being caught off guard. I really didn’t know what to say, but I put my arms around her and gave her a hug and said thanks this is the best Father’s day card I’ve ever gotten. It still is and that’s why it sits on my end table in the living area.  "Pickin up hookers, instead of my pen I let the words of my youth slip away." - Willie Nelson |
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4/27/2009 12:50 pm |
Ahhhhhh - that's lovely! I have saved all the cards my sons made for me when they were in grade school...I cherish them. I've had a few compliments over the years but one stands out above the rest because it was so unexpected. I was in Moscow in Sept 1988, I had a free day to wander around so I had walked down the Avenue of Poets and around Red Square. I was wearing a cream coloured bulky sweater and hat that I had knit myself because it was a tad chilly. By the time I got back to my hotel I was sporting very pink cheeks from the cold and was anxious to get inside. There were a couple of men walking to the door from the opposite direction that I was so we had a clear view of each other. When we arrived at the door at the same time one of the men held the door for me and said something to me that I didn't understand. I told him that I didn't speak or understand Russian and he responded with a smile and saying in perfect English, "I was just telling you that you are beautiful." I was 47 yrs old and that was the first, and only time, I've heard those words. Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it. J. Petit Senn
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Wonderful blog! How happy it must have made you and especially to be caught off guard.
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4/27/2009 3:05 pm |
Lise, I'll take the whole basket full. Thank you very much.  "Pickin up hookers, instead of my pen I let the words of my youth slip away." - Willie Nelson
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4/27/2009 4:26 pm |
My most cherished compliments are when someone compliments my children and grand children. I love it when someone tells me how beautiful my 3 daughters are, or any one of my four grandbabies. It just makes my day.
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Awwww...how very sweet! You obviously are her pot of gold under the rainbow and it's nice that she made that valiant effort to tell you so. PrairieSky
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