How nice to sit beside you at this table again. Care for some sugar in that coffee? I have flavored creamer if you’d prefer it. I appreciate you bringing scones – my, they are tasty. Homemade?
I’ve missed you too.
What have I been doing? Well…
I had the loveliest mother-son banquet with my Boys Camp boy. He has grown, and not just his hair. He’s bigger and beefier, and his cheeks are rosy with the air and exercise. We sat at an elegant table eating fine food, and he gave me a wooden spoon he’d carved me, and a rose, and the nicest letter, rolled up and tied with string.
He spent a long, good weekend with us and after I said goodbye and dropped him off, such a strong urge came over me to drive over the bank into the Susquehanna that I said NO out loud, without thinking. NO! And I cried out my grief instead, and treasured the weekend’s memories, and drove the quiet miles home.
No, so sweet of you to ask a good question but I’m not suicidal. I just miss my son.
I know I am healing because YES was nowhere in my heart.
How are your children doing?
Oh, we loved REACH, by far the biggest Anabaptist gathering I’ve ever attended. I was surprised over and over to see people I knew from long ago, or from other places. I was blessed, spanked, challenged, built up, laid low. Conversations blossomed everywhere, in every corner, in every slot of time. Efficient meals appeared before us. One night I heard His voice in the singing, and felt His word to me hanging in the air. Strangers prayed for us, unasked.
My parents in law were the most gracious of hosts – good food, conversation, babysitting.
My oldest son sang at the Choral Fest with his high school. He is thirteen, the only male alto – which he hopes changes soon. I felt unspeakably proud of him. Yes, despite the fact that he stayed up till ungodly hours and drank pure sugar in quantity, repeatedly. And on the off chance that his hostess is sitting with us at this tea table, THANK you. You win the prize for most amazing mother of teens ever, providing the ultimate rec room/ sleeping space/ stocked fridge/ amazing snacks/ and then treating them to Shady Maple on top of it all. God bless you. When I grow up, I want to be like you.
Oh dear. May I have a napkin? I didn’t – That’s what happens when I talk and drink at the same time.
What did you do this weekend? Where did God meet you? How did He care for the people you love?
Can I pray for you before you leave?
I’m glad we had this chat. No, I’ll wash up the cups afterward – you get your babies home. Do come again.
PS – You forgot the rest of your scones. I am sorry to say I ate them all.