How My Mom Spent Her Friday

My mom completely made my day yesterday. I haven’t had the easiest couple of weeks. (Not going to cry about, just saying…) The other day I was venting to her (or Devin, or both, I can’t remember) and said something to the effect that everything in the world was aggravating to me at the moment. The customers at work, some of the people I work with, the dog was NOT behaving, clothes weren’t fitting properly, laundry is never done and the house is a constant cleaning battle, etc, etc., etc. Anyway, so I’m in one of my moods and whether my actions or attitude seem like it or not, she always has the right thing to say. Generally it makes me think of her verse (yes, I call it her verse, she’ll appreciate it) James 3:17.

So after yet another looooong Friday I came home about 6ish and to my surprise my mom’s car was in the driveway. When I got to the door, it was locked and I fought with the deadbolt long enough that she came to the door, very surprised and said, “You’re not supposed to be here!” Confused, I walked in the door into a house that was not the same as I left it nearly 11 hours earlier. She had been at my house for about 6 hours cleaning. My house looks immaculate! She did laundry, the kitchen (all the way into the garbage disposal and sides of the fridge) started the dishwasher, moved the couch and vacuumed the cushions, mopped the floors, dusted the entertainment center, the bathroom, everything. Well, almost, I ruined her surprise so she “didn’t get a chance to finish.” I could believe it. I started to cry because I had been trying to figure out when I was going to be able to clean, at least the main living areas, before Sunday when people came over to watch the Super Bowl. All she had to say was, “God works in mysterious ways.”

My point is, that I was so blown away but this AMAZING gesture from my mom and she was disappointed that she didn’t get to do more. That’s the kind of person she is. My mom is ALWAYS thinking about what she can do for someone else, and very rarely what she can do for herself. On practically a daily basis I find myself becoming more like her in little ways; things I say or do. When I stop to think about it, it’s not such the bad thing I though it would have been when I was in junior high and high school. It’s things like this that make my mom who she is, and if that’s the kind of person I’m going to become, it’s ok by me.

It doesn’t seem like nearly enough, but, thank you, Mom, not just for yesterday, but for everyday. I love you.