I’d pick flowers to bring to mom. Stan was about two years old. He’d grab handfuls of weeds and give them to her. She would honor his gift of weeds as if it were a beautiful bouquet!
She was teaching me by honoring Stan. She was teaching Stan that he was loved. What an example! Not feigned or for show … genuine and natural for her!
I was thinking about your mom today. She was the librarian at UHS when I graduated in 1992. She gave me a gift at the end of that year, a copy of Mere Christianity. It was my first introduction to Lewis as anything more than a children’s book author. Twelve years later that copy kept me company while my wife was having surgery and some difficult medical issues. Today, I’m finishing a master’s degree at HBU, and taking an apologetics class on Lewis with Michael Ward. Your mom’s gift to me still sits on my shelf, just a few feet from my desk in a place of honor along with the other Lewis books I have collected over the years. I wish I could tell her thank you.
Thank you, Matthew. I’m sure she knew of your appreciation.
Welp… brain fog has got me today. I’m so sorry. I need to slow down. “If I could type right…” Your mom would not be impressed with that I can tell you that much.