whether it is the way we mother our kids
or the way we are mothered by our own.
I was at a graduation party yesterday
in the middle of a conversation with a friend
when out of the corner of my eye
(who am I kidding?
I flat out full-faced stared)
while the mother of the hostess
picked up a color-coordinated decorative napkin
walked up to the lamp that was on the buffet table
and began to dust all up in the lamp.
The room was packed with people.
From my vantage point
I could see all the dust particles unleash onto the cookie platter
and bowls of peanut M&Ms below on the table.
I found it
It was one part sweet:
"Let me help you out, sweetie."
One part rude:
"Let me help you out, sweetie, since you clearly
didn't take the time to dust."
One part just funny:
"Oh, that story is just so interesting, but I am having trouble focusing since there is SO MUCH DUST
all up in that lamp over there."
I had forgotten all about it until my friend texted me last night to find out if I had seen the lamp dusting.
I delighted in the moment MORE knowing she had seen it too!
Heaven knows, the Lord protected us from knowing the other knew lest I turned around, gave her the look and we both ended up on the floor laughing.
We made her mom feel bad.
It was not taken as an offense
which was the lighthearted luxury of the entire situation.
On this very same weekend my other friend was having a not so hot visit with her mother
that wasn't funny or lighthearted a single bit.
for strength and patience
and for the Lord to give her the ability to honor her mother
or just flat out staple her tongue to the floor
whichever was the easiest for the Lord
to get the results HE intended.
(Ok, I added that part.)
I can't imagine a strained weekend with my own mother.
Heck, I am trying to get more weekends WITH my mother.
She lives in another state 4 hours away.
I'd help her and Dad pack
if they'd just sell the house
and move closer already!
|My mom and Ellie this past Christmas |
wearing Ellie's presents on their heads.
Mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted
my friend couldn't wait to wave good-bye to her mother's visit.
I am sure I will get the details later but it doesn't matter if I do.
I want to BE GRATEFUL for what I have
a light heart when it comes to my mother
because of the way she mothered me.
Speaking of mothering: I had to stop writing this post because of the panicked plea from upstairs:
"Mom! I need you NOW!"
There was a very fast and dramatic descriptive presented of the sheer enormity and ferociousness of the bug waiting just inside the shower curtain.
It was a convincing tale.
I heard myself say,
"Come with me! Don't make me go in alone!"
Because I'm crazy courageous like that.
So I killed this 1,000 legged part bug, part dragon with a large bubble wand that someone handed me like a scalpel in an operating room.
It was all funny
in a heart palpitating screaming kind of way.
And we celebrated as I used the shower nozzle
to hose 400 of the dismembered
part bug, part dragon
legs down the tub drain.
I hope my girls will remember these funny days in the future
when they receive me with open arms
into their homes
and I decide to pick up a decorative color-coordinated napkin
and begin to dust the underside of a lamp
all over the cookie platters.