Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 39 years young. Most days I do not feel much older than 29.
Yesterday I felt every year of my age. My youngest son, Satish, has been sick for three days with a cold. Not much sleep to be had with a toddler not breathing well at night. I don’t mind though. Great love to be found in the moments with a child.
Most years I do not like my birthday. I have never had much reason to celebrate. Typically the people closest to me do not even remember my birthday. The exception would be my aunt. She always remembers and always sings to me. Even if we do not talk on the phone she will e-mail me the birthday song. I cried when I got the e-mail today. It touches my heart.
I decided to focus on my special day differently this year so as not to get bogged down with depression. It needed to be a day of service to others. I spent the day with my husband and children cleaning the house. We are living in a very small space right now and everything seems to get cluttered quickly. So cleaning was the order of the day. We prepared for a special lady of 74 to join us for dinner. Her birthday is on the 16th.
When I took a break from cleaning, my oldest son, Thomas, decided that I needed to have a necklace of beads. There was no discussion about it. He said. “These are for you mommy,” as he thrust them over my head. I had been talking with his daddy at the time. My first instinct was that I didn’t need the beads. They would get in the way while cleaning. But the Holy Spirit prompted me to wear them anyways. My son thought I needed them so I probably did. They had come in a box of toys that had been given to the boys over the weekend. Thomas loved the beads and I knew it meant a lot to him for his mommy to wear them. That thought was confirmed later when he said to me, “You love me mommy because you’re wearing my beads?” In that moment my heart seemed to burst with the fullness of love. Oh dear heart, I love you. God loved us first and has taught us how to love.
I wore the beads all day. They are the most precious gift a mother could be given. They were offered from the heart of my son. I even wore them as I made dinner. I had decided to make Indian food. My friend loves Indian food as do I, so it was an easy decision to make. I made Butter Chicken Masala, Matar Pulao (Rice with Peas), and chapatis (flat bread). For desert I made brownies from scratch. I had found a recipe for brownies called Better than the Box. I don’t remember what website I found them on, but my husband loves them! Yes, they are better than box brownies.
I had a fabulous time. We ate and talked the night away. The boys fell asleep while we chatted. My husband really loved that my friend could talk about anything and she loved to listen. She brought a peace into our home as real friendship does. My son, Thomas, fell asleep while she rubbed his hand. There was a sweet surrender to her gentleness of spirit. There was also a sweet surrender inside myself. As I made the day about others I was blessed. My prayer for this year is that I may remember to make every day about service to others.