Paring Knife Love

You know those smaller sharp knives we all have in our kitchen drawers? Thanks to family members also emptying the dishwasher, my paring knife often gets put in with the steak knives so that’s where I now look for it.

Every time I use my paring knife I find myself thinking of my wonderful Nana. Unlike most people’s nanas, my nana’s actual given name was Nanny. We called her Nana.

Each time I reach for my paring knife I smile as I remember her small hands deftly at work neatly chopping hardboiled eggs for our tuna salad. A warmth spreads through my body as I smile, remembering how we would sit in the booth in her tall-ceilinged kitchen as she hummed while preparing our lunch. The kitchen in my memory is bright and sunny and was always a happy place to be. Magical things happened there because of my wonderful Nana.

Although she has been gone from earth for a long while, I got to have her through many milestones. She always made me feel special and loved and eyes twinkled with the fun ideas she came up with.

I feel her presence regularly, and when I take hold of my paring knife, she’s embracing me now.

Next time you wonder what your children or grandchildren will remember about you, think about what might surprise you. I doubt my Nana would ever expect a silly paring knife would ever mean so much to me.

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