This isn’t what I had planned to post for today…in fact, I had something else written about our Skirting the Issue Sewing night…but I keep thinking about something that happened over the weekend and I think maybe I should share that instead….
Last weekend I took my children to a busy place…and I was tired and hungry and just wanted to be back home. But there I needed to wait for awhile. There was no place to sit but I didn’t want my three kids running around so I found a corner and we all sat down and shared a snack from my bag.
It was self preservation I tell you. I was worn out and I just needed everyone to be quiet, be still, and stay together. I felt ridiculous setting up camp right there on the floor but like I said I was in self preservation mode. So there we sat and chatted and ate our Cookie Crisp from a baggie.
Then my husband appeared! Help had arrived!!! And as we gathered up our items (and our children) someone took my elbow. It was an elderly gentleman who had been sitting on a chair facing us.
He whispered in my ear about watching me with my kids and how he could tell I was a good mother, giving me very specific examples. And I began to cry.
The old mans words were like a soothing balm to my soul….How could he know I have spent the last week agonizing over decisions about my Ruth’s developmental concerns and wondering if I was making the right choices for her. Or that earlier in the day I had been beating myself up about Grace’s reading scores. Or that while we were sitting there I was feeling overwhelmed with guilt that I had let another summer slide by without teaching Simon to swim.
He didn’t know.
But I was at an all time motherhood low and I needed some kindness.
My well was empty…and then without warning someone touched my elbow and filled me back up.
When he left he said I reminded him of something nice from a long time ago and as I watched him walk away I said a silent prayer and thanked God for angels.