Today I am grateful for being blessed with Yodas in my life.
Raising a house of boys and having a husband who remains a young boy at heart, Star Wars was very much a part of my life for many years.
We all dressed up as different Star Wars characters for Halloween over the years (although my Princess Leah didn’t hold a candle to the real one in the bikini that my husband had a thing for back in the day). So perhaps I jokingly used Star Wars terminology more than I realized (as nerdy as that sounds) and that’s how this Yoda thing began.
Years ago I had a very dear friend, God rest her soul, who I called my domestic Yoda. She was the most organized person I have ever known. When I opened her linen closet I heard harps play. Her kids’ pretend-food in their play kitchen was even organized by food pyramid type and alphabetical order. She could fold a set of sheets like no other.
She could have been in sheet folding contests. Seriously, her linen closet made my heart skip a beat. Hard as I have tried, I have never been able master her neat linen closet skill. She made numerous attempts to teach me how to fold sheets Yoda-style, but we finally realized that I simply don’t have great patience for all things domestic. And my family survives despite my less than perfect linen closet.
I really did envy her domestic ease and try to learn from it though. She was always there for me if I needed to call and ask her a cooking or planting question or any other random domestic question. I bought a house down the street from her, went to the same doctor and took my kids to the same preschool and doctor for years. If they could pass her test, I knew they were a-okay.
When she got very sick with cancer, I bought her a talking Yoda doll, because she knew she was my Yoda. She kept it by her bedside to give her strength and we always joked about it. At her funeral I spoke about how she was my Yoda; I even spoke about her linen closet and the harps. I still miss her dearly.
Another dear friend of mine has always been my geographical Yoda. Before the days of GPS, I could call her anywhere, anytime in my home state when I was turned around and she would lead me by phone using landmarks, turn by turn, giggling all the while at my geographical cluelessness. To this day, she is one of my best friends ever, and she has been a wonderful Yoda to me on many fronts beyond her original geographical Yoda duties. Grateful for her, I am (Yoda-speak).
When I moved to a new state I was bummed that I might not have any Yodas nearby. Making friends and Yoda connections as an adult is much more challenging as an adult. But luckily the force was with me.
I gained a Yoda who is part of my alumnae group that I have been very involved with since I moved here. She is 10 years older than me with two boys as well and I have coincidentally ended up following many of her footsteps in various ways. She has coached me through leadership positions and parental challenges and I am lucky to be her Jedi in Training. I have another friend in the group who is like a sister to me, in a very Yoda-esque way.
I am also blessed to have a Yoda across the street from me. She is Yoda-like on many levels, so it is hard to give her a specific Yoda category. I know the universe placed her across the street from me to guide me and keep ‘the force’ strong within me as there are no accidents in this grand life of ours.
She has given me sage advice about raising teenagers, dealing with schools, learning to say no and so much more. And even more importantly, she is also always there for a Yoda happy hour when I need to blow off steam. Her Yoda senses seem to tell her when to call, they do.
For these Yodas in my life and many others, I am truly blessed. Placed in my life for a reason, I know these Yodas have been. Grateful, forever I am. Yoda-speak, this is.
Have you ever had a Yoda in your life?
So glad you have many wonderful Yoda’s, your are spreading the love as you are one of my Yoda’s and for that I am very grateful! It all makes sense really. Community, sharing and caring is everything. What would we do without our Yoda’s.
At least three that I can think of. Lovely post!
What we do without our friends (and family, of course)?
To my mind comes Netitude. Grateful I am.
I have had several! The are a blessing!