My Mom has been gone since November 2, 2008. She taught me so many things. She was a fighter and fought cancer through much of my childhood. She was a prayer warrior. She was funny. She was a hard worker. She was a loyal friend. She loved the Chicago Bulls. We would talk games, players, great shots, coaches, and championships. There were many times that we would watch games together, her on her couch in Illinois and me on my couch in Indiana all while running up our phone bills. These are some of my favorite memories. After she died I struggled with watching Bulls games because, even though my kids are Bulls fans, it was extra lonely during the games.
This last Mother’s Day I was at the mall with my kids. Don’t think for a second that my kids, as wonderful as they are, were treating me to a shopping spree. This excursion was definitely for them…but what they don’t realize is that any time I get to spend with them is a treasure to me. So, it was a great Mother’s Day already.
We were at a shoe store and one of the salesmen noticed my Bulls sweatshirt, which I was not wearing to honor my mom or anything that intentional. This salesman started talking with me about the Bulls. I answered him and was preoccupied with helping all the kids find the shoes they needed. He found me again and asked me about this player and that player and what I thought about the coach. He was a fan. He wanted to talk about the Bulls. It wasn’t until after we left the store that I realized the significance of that encounter. I just had a conversation with a huge Bulls fan on Mother’s Day! This hadn’t happened in years!
The salesman should be very grateful the realization didn’t hit me until I was out of the store. He surely would have gotten a tearful and (probably) unwanted hug from me.
God blessed me extra on Mother’s Day.
Proverbs 31:28, “Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.”