Today, as I paid my son's (Obamacare) health premium over the phone to a representative online, she went a little overboard I believe in praising me for being a great mom. I reminded her that this was his money, not mine. I simply was taking care of the transfer for him.
She reminded me to sign him into an account as well, so he could access info online.
"Yep, I already did that, I replied."
Again, she reiterated..."Wow, what a great mom you are! Wow, I am so impressed...
She went on and on...
"I'm sure you'd do the same for your kids," I said.
"I don't have any yet." she replied. "I hope I can be a great mom too one day."
"I'm sure you will. It's not easy, as you can see...here I am doing what he should be doing!"
"She laughed and said, He's probably out with his friends on a Friday and you're just being a great mom."
Once again, she said those words, "great mom."
Actually, Corey was next door with the neighbor, picking oranges off our tree that hangs in both yards.
Earlier this week, I wrote my son a note and put it in a special lunch I made for him. Funny thing was, he never got the lunch. The note? ... it finally came to him after going with his dad to another job and then back home again. Reading it, he smiled, and said he very much appreciated the thought. What I had planned didn't happen, but God still provided a good outcome.
Later this same week, a friend I had asked to pray for Corey quite a few months back, sent me a personal message, asking about him. She was his Sunday School teacher way back when. It felt good to report to her that things between us were so much better. Reflecting on this last year, I can see growth and a "calming down" of the things that usually come between us.
If I am a "great mom," it is because I serve a "Great God," one who gives me a promise that in His timing, my prodigal child will return to his roots and begin to really grow in the knowledge and sovereignty of His purpose for him.
And so I pray and expend my soul for your soul, dear child of mine.
Lord, We love our children and we are thankful for them. We want them to be happy and so do You, God. I pray for our sons and our daughters. I pray for our prodigals and our precocious, our stubborn and our stumbling, our wise ones and our wise guys, our princesses and princes, our college preps and "still high school drama queens," our lonely hearts and our social media magnets. I pray for the misunderstandings, the "chips on the shoulder," the hurt, the guilt, the unforgiven, the addictions and the anger. Give me (us) wisdom and strength. I give You praise for the beauty that awaits, when You, Lord make all things right, all things great. Help me to be worthy to be called a "great mom," a mom who prayed. Yes, Lord, a mom who prays. Amen.