http://thecomfortzonebedandbreakfast.com/BhlUS86nrlc As a small child, I loved holding my mom’s hand. It was the
safety, security, and love that I wish every child could experience. The
familiarity of her hand provided comfort, even though I didn’t understand it at
the time. I always knew my hand was welcome in hers. I belonged right there,
joined at the hand with her. I was hers and she was mine and we were both so
happy about that simple, unspoken fact.
https://www.juanjimenez.us/1770-dte12583-free-online-dating-sites-america.html The days of
hand holding with mothers is way too short. It gradually slips away in the
growing up, the busyness of life, and the necessary pulling away from
dependence to independence that happens to us all. It’s meant to be this way.
It’s good when parents raise children who can fly on their own.
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yawns wide and engulfs so many years of not holding hands with our mothers. For
some, their mothers die too young and hand holding only happens on death beds.
But I’m one
of the lucky ones whose mother has lived into old age.
Mom is 87
and we’ve been holding hands everywhere we go for a few years now. Her eyesight
isn’t good and I need to tell her when there’s a step up or down. I hold her
hand to make sure she’s safe, secure, and hopefully, so she’ll know she’s helplessly
loved. And all the while, my heart remembers the many times she held my young hand
for the same reasons.
She sometimes fears she’s a burden, too much work, or simply an inconvenience. Nothing could be further from the truth. She’s my blessing, my treasure, my lifeline to everything that matters most.
So we’ll walk hand in hand all the remaining days of her life. I pray there are many more years of her hand in mine, mine in hers, a mutual giving and receiving of life’s most precious gifts.
My husband, Rollin, reading Scripture to his dad.
I recently read a post that talked about fame. In it were these two quotes: “The human soul isn’t made for fame,” and “I’ve never met a famous person who wouldn’t be a better version of themselves if they weren’t famous.”
So why do so many people strive for fame?
As I write this today, my 94-year-old father-in-law lies dying in a hospital bed in Minnesota. He’s a quiet, reserved man with a huge heart full of love and faith. There’s never been any fanfare or fame to his life. Apparently, there never will be. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t famous.
At our house, by summertime, we always had too many toys. Between birthdays, Christmas and maybe a few random purchases, the toy box would be overflowing. What to do? We started every summer with weeding out the toys. It was kind of like a beginning of summer game. Here’s how we did it.
As a child, I rarely made my bed, except for when my mom made us clean our rooms. She taught us how to lay the pillow with the open end of the pillowcase toward the edge of the bed. Then we pulled each sheet and blanket up to the top one by one, smoothing out the wrinkles so the bedspread would lie neatly on top. If there were wrinkles underneath, they showed through to the top layer. Mom taught us how to pull the covers and sheets until there were no more lumps. I’m glad she took the time to do that, even though I seldom used the skill regularly until my late twenties.
But now, there’s something about making the bed. I do it every morning. It makes me feel like I’m ready to start the day fresh, like I have at least one thing together. Often, I only make one half of the bed because over the years, Rollin and I have come to each make our own side of the bed. But if he has to rush out to work, I do his side, too.
I got up at 4:30 this morning. That’s a solid two-and-a-half hours earlier than I normally get up. But it was important.
You see, my young adult daughter was super excited about a new Hurts Donuts store opening near us. Well, not super near. But about ten miles away. The first 100 customers would be entered into a drawing to receive free donuts for a year. We intended to be in that number. They opened at five, so it was rise and shine at 4:30.