Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day without my mom is now completed.  It was a hard day.  Everything made me think of her.  As I take comfort in the things in my home that used to be hers, it is a daily reminder that she is gone.  The loss is felt deep within my soul but I would not wish her back here for anything.  While I know that this was a difficult day for all she left behind, I know that she had the best Mother's Day ever.  I know that she was with her mother, the mother she had not seen since she was 8 years old.  I know that she is happy in the arms of God.

Lots of people question the existence of God.  I have certainly questioned it in my life.  I am thankful that my heart was open enough to see the very real and personal evidences that allow me to be comforted forever by a personal knowledge of God.  On this earth, I am but a vapor.  I will live my life and this physical body will one day be snuffed out.  My soul and the very essence of who I am, though, will live throughout eternity.  I will spend Mother's Day with my mom again.  AND, we won't struggle to get along or fight or bicker.  We will both be healed of our physical afflictions and the broken places of our hearts and we will commune with God.

That 'Old' Feeling

I have been substituting for almost 2 full school years. Yes, I am still loving it in a way that I did not expect. I have made friends with most all of the teachers and I really enjoy having such a wide variety of personality types as co-workers.  But, surprisingly, my most favorite part is the teenagers.  I love them.  They are so much fun to tease.  I pretended I was mean and intimidating for a while, so now I have some street cred. For realz, y'all.

This brings me to a story of why I feel old.  The other day, while in the library, a student came in that was prepping for a mock election.  She had on a power suit.  I told her she was cutting it in a 'man's world'.  I then told her she should carry a  Bobbitt knife to complete the look.  They all sort of smiled and chuckled. However, due to my astute knowledge of teenagers, I could tell that they had no clue what I was talking about.  I said, "Oh my, you kids don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?"  They confessed that they indeed were supplying me with sympathy laughter.  I told them they could not encounter anyone my age that would not know exactly what that meant and all the details to go with it.  Then they googled it.  Then they all died a little that something so awful had happened.

This little incident and my lost references to 'Kramer' of Seinfeld fame remind me that while I may feel hip and young in my brain, I am indeed OLD.  The generation gap, it is REAL.  It is also the widest gap ever known.