Appreciating my mother…a continuing process and a hard lesson learned.
The Lord brought me on the World Race for many reasons I believe…but I believe one of the main purposes was NOT to find my life calling (which I believe I have) but to restore a broken relationship…the relationship between me and my mother.
The hardships that I have been brought through on the race have made me miss my mother and appreciate her presence more and more. Those moments when I was hunkered over a bucket for hours on end being sick…or moments when I wanted somebody to simply brush my hair like she would…those small times make you miss and realize what you have back home.
I’ve also been blessed to be around other girls on my team and a great squad leader Holli who shared in similar relationships with their mothers. They showed me different ways of looking at things…how to control my intent and attitude toward the relationship. I’ve found myself defending my mom and silly issues that use to annoy me but now it makes my heart ache when people make comments about her personality. I find myself looking back at the stupid arguments we had and how now that I am 26, I want to mend a relationship that has been broken for years.
Granted there is only so much mending you can do when you are on the other side of the world but maybe that’s where it starts… with the small phone calls and checking my attitude there and I can’t control how she will react but I can change how I react to things and talk…and maybe…just maybe that may set things back on a good track.
The Lord brought me on the World Race for many reasons I believe…but I believe one of the main purposes was NOT to find my life calling (which I believe I have) but to restore a broken relationship…the relationship between me and my mother.
The hardships that I have been brought through on the race have made me miss my mother and appreciate her presence more and more. Those moments when I was hunkered over a bucket for hours on end being sick…or moments when I wanted somebody to simply brush my hair like she would…those small times make you miss and realize what you have back home.
I’ve also been blessed to be around other girls on my team and a great squad leader Holli who shared in similar relationships with their mothers. They showed me different ways of looking at things…how to control my intent and attitude toward the relationship. I’ve found myself defending my mom and silly issues that use to annoy me but now it makes my heart ache when people make comments about her personality. I find myself looking back at the stupid arguments we had and how now that I am 26, I want to mend a relationship that has been broken for years.
Granted there is only so much mending you can do when you are on the other side of the world but maybe that’s where it starts… with the small phone calls and checking my attitude there and I can’t control how she will react but I can change how I react to things and talk…and maybe…just maybe that may set things back on a good track.
I’m looking forward to those two months I have at home to spend with my family… to just sit on the couch and let my mom brush my hair and to enjoy having a mom who cares about me and believes in me enough to let me move to Africa without any spoken reservations. It means a lot to have a mom that stands behind you through all the mistakes you’ve made and even in times when it seemed she wasn’t behind me…she’s still here isn’t she?
Thanks Mom. I Love You.
