Greetings, blog readers!! Life has been as full as ever, a good thing, and most of my writing has been shared on my Facebook page in 2016, but I am taking some extra time in the month of September to write a very special series. My beloved mother turns 65 years old today and, for her birthday gift, I am penning a recollection of THE most precious time the two of us have ever shared.
This is no vacation slide-show; rather, the story of two women who flew across the country to find each other in a place that God, in His unbelievable kindness and sovereignty, had prepared for them.
I invite you to join us, as we travel to the island of our hearts, and celebrate one of the deepest and most faithful bonds there are, that of mother and daughter. I pray this series will not only knock my mom’s socks off, but will renew and inspire mothers and daughters everywhere, to see each other, to die for each other, and to love each other, wholeheartedly and purely, as God intended.
Moms have dreams, too.
I didn’t realize this, of course, until that topsy-turvy moment when my first child entered the world and I understood, for the first time, maybe, that my own mom is just a girl, a girl who had a baby and then had another baby and another and then one more.
This woman who raised me, who knew all the answers to all my questions, who has, from the moment my lungs first drew in a breath, caused the world to feel steady and secure…
she has a history?
She has a heart of her own, and a brain full of ideas and opinions and longings?
She is, like, a person and not just “my mom”?
She doesn’t just exist for my happiness and comfort and to find my stuff?!
One of the greatest gifts of motherhood, then, is that it allows us to understand our own moms like we never have before. A veil is lifted and we step across and join them on the other side, in heart, in mind, in spirit.
I can look into my mom’s eyes now and understand her gaze, for was I not just turning that very same love-filled eye toward my own children?
I know now that her praise of me is sincere.
I know that she truly loves me unconditionally, to the moon and down the street and back.
And I also know that she probably wanted to eat the last piece of pie.
I had no idea, truly!
As the only daughter of the family, though, even before I had children of my own, there naturally came a time in my life where I stopped solely being the recipient of my mom’s ministrations, and began slowly taking on the role of advocate.
As I matured, I started seeing, really seeing, all the dishes she had to do.
I started empathizing with her workload.
I started tuning in to her faithful character of kindness and hospitality, even when I knew she was tired, and I did what I could to hold her arms up.
Ha, I even started making it my own personal calling in life to keep people out of the kitchen while she cooked, striking up conversations in the dining area and living room so she could think clearly and juggle all her different recipes until the last dish was in the oven!
We became a real team, the two of us, much like my brothers and my dad out on the farm or at the sawmill or at the gas plant.
I’m not good at many of the things there are to be good at in this world, but I was born, I think, to be on “Team Mom”.
Anyhow, my mom had been talking about it for years, this dream to go to Maine.
It didn’t reach my ears for the longest time.
It didn’t reach anybody’s ears, not really.
This was Mom! She needed to stay home and take care of us. And we had places that we needed to go. And then there was that long stream of graduations and marriages and pregnancies and births and newborns and then I looked up and I was 33 years old and my mom was about to turn 64.
Where had the time gone?
It was as spontaneous as anything we’ve ever done, by a MILE, and I will say that it was Spirit-led for the rest of my life, because I’m telling you, it was.
I called my dad. I called my husband. Three ‘yeses’, including mine, and…
oh my goodness, the rest is totally history.
The kind of history we will never, ever forget
If Mom’s dream was to go to Maine, why is this series titled “Dancing Hearts in Nantucket”?! Stayed tuned for Part Two tomorrow!! All will be revealed…