The unexpected sparkle from this year’s Halloween. His parents must be so proud!
Every parent wonders what their kids will do when they are not around. They will also ponder on what their children will grow up and be. I did.
I wanted them to grow up – not to be rich and famous (although that’s nice too) – but to just be decent people.
As parents we do the best we can, and pray for guidance. I did. Still do. I suspect my own parents did as well.
I remember, at the age of six, doubling over in laughter, as I ran from my brother Paul. He could never run as fast as I could, which I always found hil-la-rious; after all – he was older. Although the reason he was chasing me was no laughing matter. We had been doing what children of our generation would sometimes do, making mud pies down by the pond when he thought I should take a bite.
I didn’t want to and ran away. Fortunately Granny caught us and put a stop to those shenanigans!
Today, Paul’s health takes him in and out of hospitals and when things look the worst, he is that same generous kid, wanting to give me a bite of the pie that life offers and making me laugh.
My kids are all grown up now and they have become more than I knew to pray for. How did that happen? God’s grace for sure as I look back and remember a few defining moments.
When my son was in second grade, he would come home from school complaining about Mathew, one of the kids in his class. Matthew suffered from ADHD and sometimes would forget to take his medicine. On those days he lost control and my son would come home, upset and confused about Matthew’s behavior. I told my son that sometimes people have problems that we don’t know about and it was best to just be kind.
Several months later we were on a class trip and I was one of the chaperones. I had just gone to work for the Georgia Department of Labor and one of the other mothers asked me if I was the new HR Director there.
The lady introduced herself as an employee there and I assumed that’s why she wanted to meet me. Nope, instead she said, “When all the other kids won’t play with Matthew because he’s having a bad day, your son always does. I just wanted you to know and to say thank you.”
Mother to mother.
Her words were a humbling moment for this mom. After all the complaining that my son did about Matthew, he had indeed been kind to him.
My daughter developed a love for the DCFS foster program. Each Christmas, after my coworkers had selected tags for the foster kids from the giving tree, I would take all of the remaining tags. Then, as was our tradition, she and I would go shopping and she would select the gifts. Her happy smile and twinkling eyes shined with her love for kids that she didn’t even know.
Years later, it was her first Christmas away at college. She called me, weeping, to tell me about a little boy’s tag she had selected from the giving tree in her dorm. “Oh Mom – he wants a ball!”
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
“He only asked for a ball!” she said, the emphasis on the word a ball. “Not a football, not a baseball and not a soccer ball – just a ball…” She said, stopping as she gasped for breath.
“Which one did you get him?” I asked, hoping to calm her down.
She blew her nose in that disgusting way that you do after an ugly cry and said, “One of every kind.”
Another humbling moment for this mother.
It is those moments, when you are not looking, when you are not there, when your kids make their own decisions – those are the moments that highlight the people they will become, and proof of the people they already are.
Today, their love continues to be demonstrated when I’m not around, growing stronger in protecting and serving others. Be sure to pay attention.
I would be honored if you would share humbling moments from your childhood or your kid’s childhood. These are the sparkles that give hope to our world.
“Train up a child in the way he should go; Even when he is old he will not depart from it.” –Proverbs 22:6