Happy Mother’s Day. We reserve this blog for the best of the best, and even then we still don’t post all that we want to.
These days, I navigate through life with fewer expectations of other people, and greater acceptance of my own inability to do it all. This is an interesting development since I am one who delights in things being “just so”. Last year in church, a leader dear to my heart shared something that has helped expand my perspective on things. He said this. “We are imperfect people. Yet, we can have perfect moments.” Since that talk, I’ve thought a lot less about how perfect things are in my life, and a lot more about how to rejoice in the perfect moments with others that God blesses me with daily.
I had one such experience yesterday. But I’ll start with what happened the day before. I had just dropped one of my kids off to catch the bus. We’d been racing from an early piano lesson. The bus drove away when I looked down to notice an art project my daughter had been working on…recycled art…one I knew she needed at school to receive a good grade.
I know it seems like no big deal. Take the art project to school and meet her there when she gets off the bus, right? But I needed to be home for a few Moms who were dropping their kids off for babysitting co-op, AND I was out of gas. Not literally, but I’d been running on fumes for too long, hadn’t taken the chance to get any, and there was nobody to rescue me (like Bill when he saved me last month when my tank ran empty) Yep.
So I was bugged. Bugged about the project being left. Bugged that I would let these Moms down. Bugged that I had to stop and get gas. And bugged that here I was running to rescue one of my kids–after deciding just the night before to let “natural consequences” happen a little more often in our home.
And to add a little extra fuel to the fire, the gas station attendee/wanderer asked how I was doing and if I had any fun plans for the weekend. Seriously? I wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. But I obliged out of courtesy. ”I’m doing fine. No, just a regular old weekend.” She said, “Well what about Mother’s Day? Do you have any fun plans for Mother’s Day?” My reply: “Not really. Just the regular thing. Go to church and I’m sure my husband and kiddos will take care of me.”
Me again. “What about you? Do you have children?” (just going through the motions and not caring as much as I should.)
More silence. Ugh.
Her: “Yes I do have children….but I don’t.”‘ Silence. ”I lost my husband and 2 children all at once. You know they always tell you to cherish those moments. Be in the now. Enjoy your children because in a blink of an eye, they can be gone. And you know what? They’re all right”
And I sat there, completely overwhelmed with the sudden dip this conversation had taken me… into emotional depths I hadn’t anticipated. And all I could think to do was say, “I’m sorry for your loss…”
This flood of feelings washed over me as I got back in my car. Everything from gratitude and sorrow, to humility and pain. If God was going to teach me something right then, it was a good time because my heart was open to learning. Two things popped into my head. The first one being that I should take her a Mother’s Day gift. The second one being that yesterday marked the 2-year anniversary of when Millie almost drowned. And who was it that RESCUED Millie? Miss Besty. The child I was running to rescue.
This beautiful perspective popped in my mind. How blessed I was for the CHANCE TO RESCUE…to serve my children, to be there at the perfect moment….sweep in and do what was needed. And how grateful I had been to Betsy, who had done the same for me–had spared me from an otherwise difficult journey of resentment and guilt.
And so I took Betsy’s art and got there just a few seconds after the bell rang Gave her a hug and I was on my way. Grateful for a perfect moment to help, extend, assist, and do.
And throughout the day, I couldn’t get that lady off of mind. I had to do something. I grabbed her a gift, talked with a store clerk (this was a grocery store gas station) and found out when her next shift was. Tomorrow. Floral department in the store. Between 2:30 am and 10:30 am.
And so yesterday, I delivered a little gift to my new friend. She was in the middle of making a pink balloon bouquet. I told her how much I had been thinking of her and expressing my gratitude for helping put things in perspective. We hugged. I wished her Happy Mother’s Day, and told her how much she had made mine.
And I relished in this perfect moment, recognizing that the Lord was aware of what I needed to feel today.
And so with that, I’m publishing this imperfect post, and hoping it extends to women everywhere that life is never perfect, people aren’t either…but it’s made up of perfect moments…moments that bring peace and perspective.
And it’s about others. Not you.
It’s about rescuing.
My hope is that we seek to love, nurture, build, care for, connect, and shape everyone with a perspective that God blesses us with perfect moments so we can more easily recognize his love for us.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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