I’m getting older.
I suppose I thought I was immune. While I feel 28 on the inside, I look in the
mirror and see a tired, 41 year old mamma.
My age really revealed itself to me when I caught myself viewing our
dinner guests through a mother’s eyes.
This Sunday we fed two missionaries from our church: Elder Fugate and Elder Kredt. With Christmas only five days previous, our topics
of conversation were gifts and holiday celebrations. LDS missionaries are only able to speak to
their families two days a year, Christmas and Mother’s Day, so we asked about their
phone calls on Christmas day. As the
Elders shared stories about their parents and siblings, of Christmas packages
filled with socks and ties, I realized,
“These boys are
someone’s sons. They are missed. Their families pray for them daily and their
mothers worry about them.”
For dinner I made creamy chicken noodle soup, parmesan rolls,
and a spinach salad with apples, beets, dried cranberries and balsamic dressing. I attempted a new pumpkin praline dessert
with vanilla ice cream from a popular cake mix website. The pumpkinish cobbler didn’t turn out how I
expected, but it was edible. I scraped
the leftovers into the trash can later that night. Rock only ate rolls, as usual. Jesus said that "man shall not live by bread alone," but Rock seems to be challenging that principle. Elder Fugate barely ate anything because he
was sick with a chest cold.
Before the Elders left, they shared a spiritual thought with
us. It was simple and perfect for the
short attention spans of our children.
Each Elder talked about the importance of reading the scriptures and the
promises that Heavenly Father makes to us if we read them.
As they left, I gave Elder Fugate some Mucinex DM and told
him of my home remedy tips with Vicks Vapo-rub.
That’s how I know I’m getting older.
For the first time in my life, I caught myself mothering someone.
God couldn’t be
everywhere, so he created mothers. – Jewish Proverb
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