I caught more than I was taught.
Now, as an adult, I realize what I learned about hospitality from my mother was because she lived it.
She brought me into the process. I remember writing names on place cards in my best handwriting. My little finger was used to hold down ribbon as she wrapped gifts. I would help straighten the tablecloth, fold the napkins and sprinkle m&m’s on the table.
If you’ve met Janet you’ve received a card from her. She knows your birthday and knows how to celebrate you. She’s welcomed in hundreds to her home and strangers have become family.
Thank you, mom, for living by example. Thank you for bringing me in and not shooing me away. Thank you for teaching me what true hospitality looks like. Love you and Happy (early) Mother’s Day!