Musings
Well, my mom's come and gone. She's stayed here for a week, and she left this morning. I was thinking over some stuff, and I realized something that I thought might be thought-provoking for others.
I've realized that I really take my mom for granted. I mean, once she comes, I instantly settle back into my "ahhh...it's good to be pampered" mode. I mean, right on the first day of coming, she went out, bought all kinds of supplies, cleaning stuff, shelving paper, etc. so that she could clean up my apartment...and I only moved in less than a month ago!
We disagreed at times. I mean, it's sorta annoying to work 8 hours at work, and then come home and then clean, paper the shelves and rearrange furniture for another 3 hours....for FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT.
And more than once, she would shake her head, sigh, and say "You haven't grown up yet, have you?" while chuckling.
That made me think about how much I take my mom for granted. I mean, it was almost like once she stepped foot into my apartment, I knew that she would make my apartment look and feel so much better than I could make it. I knew that she wouldn't let me waste time by watching TV or needlessly going online. I knew that she would cook better food than I could ever make.
And I knew that she would keep me accountable before God.
She would make sure that I got up and was able to do my quiet time every morning. She would lecture me and go "blahblahblah..." all the time -- but everything she said would be something that a godly parent would say. She said that I needed to make sure that I lived a godly life, she said that I needed to make sure to rely on God, she said that I needed to draw close to Him.
I was talking to Auntie Ivy (Kenny's mom) the other day, and we were talking about this issue, and she said, "No, I don't think mothers ever think their kids grow up until their married."
You know, I might agree with that. But I realized something on the flip side:
We as kids will never really "grow up" and stop taking our parents for granted...until that one day when old age catches up with them and they pass away.
So I guess my whole point is: As much as an aggravation your parents may be, remember to appreciate them and thank God every day for them...and that God is gracious and is still allowing them to still be a part of our lives. My mom's been "gone" for only 2 hours now...and my apartment already feels emptier without her. Don't know what I'm going to do when the day comes that God calls her back home...
Just a random thought.
-Jason