When I was a kid, I was shy and was embarrassed by my mother’s beautifully, kind, gentle and friendly spirit. When my natural instinct was to keep to myself and mind my own business, I watched my mom time and time again reach out to anyone who may be in need. She would brighten anyone’s day with a smile and an enthusiastic greeting.
For as long as I can remember, upon returning home from school or work the introverted side of me had just about enough of people. I would moodily lock myself in my room and “recharge”. Not so conveniently for my mom, I would be done charging and fully energized and ready to chat by 11:00 pm…on the dot. My mom began calling it my “Magic Hour”.
Looking back at the many “magic hours” I’ve spent verbally processing life with my mom over Oreos (with peanut butter of course) and milk, I’ve learned from her example how I need to serve others.
My mom was always tired and not always in the mood for a chat when I was, but she patiently and graciously listened and loved me through triumphs, struggles and broken hearts.
I think of my mom and her example often on The Race. Along with my 45 pound pack (I’m working on tossing a few things) I carry with me the lessons she has taught me: Patience, kindness, humility, generosity and most importantly love. I aim to exemplify these acts of honor to my squad, my team, my hosts, those we serve in ministry and the stranger on the bus; just as mama taught me.
Happy Mother’s Day Mama!
