Mother’s Day has obviously passed and Father’s Day is now upon us. It is funny how time flies. If you have ever tried to catch a helium balloon once it takes flights – you know what I mean. I watched my daughter’s friend last week try to catch one of her birthday balloons after she accidently let go. It was nearly impossible. Luckily, the big, gold 15 got trapped under the carport and she jumped to nab it. If it had been released one step closer to our backyard, it would have been a goner. Well, time truly does seems like a goner sometimes. The Bible tells us that life is but a mere breath and that time is fleeting. Watching my son, my second born, graduate last week concreted the concept of time once again in my mind and heart.
When I group of us reached Twisted Vines Friday morning to decorate for Project Graduation, my eyes and ears were drawn to a house over to the right of the old VFW building. There was a young momma and several kids out playing in the water. I don’t know if they had a sprinkler or what, but they were sure having fun. Music was playing. They were celebrating their first official day of summer. I paused to watch them and could feel the excitement in the air. The mom was in full fun mode and the small children loved every minute of it.
I casually commented to one of the senior Moms when we got into our venue that the precious young family got my attention and made me realize that just a few years ago – that was me. As a group of senior parents doing our best to prepare for an all-nighter of social distancing, we shared with each other that we could not fathom what happened to our little ones who were about to put on their caps and gowns to receive their diplomas.
When my crew was little, we often took rides on the Ranger to celebrate our time at home and filled up our pool with ice cold, well water. They flipped and flopped to stay cool and content. I sometimes had to referee when things got heated. Three of them now drive their own vehicles and I thankfully retired from my role as referee. They all get along now and often fail to “snitch” on each other when I ask too many questions.
I stayed with my oldest at her place for two nights this week. She needed my help and I gladly showed up. My boys were busy, but I missed my youngest one. Now that I am back home with her and settled in, I miss my oldest. Most of us mothers are alike. Our lives and homes may differ greatly, but we share the same heartbeat when it comes to our children.
A recent conversation with dear friend, of a different color skin, reminded me that mother’s hearts may align, but the roads we have walked with our children are not the same. This particular friend began training her son when he was young to put his hands on the steering wheel and dare not move a muscle if he was ever pulled over by the police. I never entertained teaching that lesson to my two white sons. I cannot think of a better way to share my personal view of what is going on in America at the moment than to share our recent visit.
It would be a great week to celebrate motherhood, summer, and family, but also pray to be considerate of how others may feel during these trying times. Jesus loves us all!