Keeper of the Desk


Mom bought the small, solid wooden desk because in her 600 square-foot cabin, small was essential. But she made sure it had a good writing surface and roomy drawers.

After her death, we moved the desk to our house. It held my first business computer and kept my business papers neat. After that, our young elementary-aged daughter used it for art projects—neatly stowing away her supplies in its drawers.


A few years later, we moved from our home to Mom’s cabin and back the desk came. My son used it for homeschool. During college, my daughter needed a desk and off it went. When she graduated, back to the cabin it came.


Then, a few summers ago, my son used it again as he strategized his new tour business. When Covid closed schools, we moved the desk to my grandson’s room as he studied from home.


Recently the desk came back to the cabin. Being small never diminished its usefulness and perhaps even made it easier to help each of us when we needed it. 


Mom never knew how much her desk would help us, but life is often like that. We appreciate what we have when we need it most—like a small desk, but we also gain appreciation for the loving heart that left it behind.


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