I love my water bottle. I mean, I really love it.
- It holds 32 ounces of water
- It’s curved like an hour glass, so it’s easy to hold
- It’s narrow enough at the bottom so it fits comfortably in cup holders at the gym and most movie theaters (this is actually rare for a bottle that holds 32 ounces)
- The cover is pink!
- The cover is a screw top, which means that unless I don’t close it properly, it is leak-proof, so I can throw it in my bag without worry
In short, it is my perfect water bottle.
Now here’s the story: A few weeks ago I was at the movie theater. I left my treasured water bottle at the movie theater. I realized it when I was about halfway home. The movie theater is about a 30 minute walk from my house, and it’s also not a convenient mass transit ride. (I live on the east side, the theater is on the west- it’s basically a Manhattan nightmare). I was very bummed.
When my daughter got home she asked about my day. I told her my tale of woe. She sympathized. She knew what that water bottle meant to me. So she put her coat back on and made the trek to the theater and retrieved my water bottle for me.
My daughter did the hour round trip to get me my water bottle. She simply said, “I know you would do this for me. I know you have done this for me.” There are no words for how I felt.
Now, this is one of those moments that I am going to say it’s nurture. My daughter was nice to me because I have been an awesome Mom and raised her to be an amazing person. Don’t you dare tell me it’s nature…
So, is it silly to be enamored with a water bottle? Yes. Was it necessary for my daughter to spend an hour retrieving the water bottle? No. Do either of those things matter? Probably not. My daughter did something sweet for me that didn’t cost any money, and she did it without expecting anything in return. That’s pretty much the only gift I will ever need.