“I miss you.”
That phrase has been worn out in my life’s conversations. I grew up as an MK (missionary kid) and as long as I can remember, I have been “missing” someone: family members, friends, acquaintances, teachers, pastors, leaders, coaches, mentors. My life has been characterized by people in transition. I say all of this because last week, “I miss you.” surged new meaning in my heart, a whole new set of emotions and desires rose to form that awkward gulp in my throat as I reflected on those words.
Today is Mother’s Day. I love Mother’s Day because I have a wonderful mom, 2 incredible Grandmother’s, and I am even blessed to have 2 Mothers-in-law. Add to that all of the wonderful women who have taken a motherly role in my life—I am a blessed daughter! It is difficult for me to wrap my mind around the concept of not having these very influential women in my life. I consider my experience to be pretty ideal as compared to God’s intended womanly, mother-daughter relationships. (I would say the same for my other immediate family relationships.) I realize the incredible blessing that is.
As Mother’s Day approached over the past week, my co-workers and I utilized this opportunity to do a simple writing craft with our students. We printed out a few cute Mother’s Day cards, had each student write a personal message, and then decorate the cards along with a gift bag to take home to Mom. I was working with the last student on his writing, and asked him what he would like to say. This student is young and I knew I would have to help him do the writing, so I had my marker poised to scribe. “What is something special about your mom? Something you love to do with her, or that you love about her?” As I spoke these words, and my student thought to himself, my co-worker dashed across the room, whispering, “NO!” and signaling me to stop! I was startled, and focused on the message she was silently mouthing to me, “I forgot! Mom isn’t around! What should we do? Maybe Grandma?” I instantly changed gears, and suggested that we make the card for Grandma. My student was not a fan of that idea—he already knew what he wanted to say to Mom! I said, “Alright, what do you want to write?”
“I miss you.” He said.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“No. Just, ‘I miss you.’”
My heart shattered inside my chest as I saw the emotion on his little face. My eyes welled up with tears, and I ached to scoop him up, adopt him, and love him the way a mother should. The way God intended for him to be loved by a Mom. “I miss you.” means something very different to this little boy. I have never missed anyone like that. I have missed because I have experienced the love, peace, comfort and joy that comes from my family; not because I have been deprived of it.
Yet, I know that feeling of missing something I have never experienced. I knew it at 7 years old when I realized my soul was dead. I knew I was missing out on life! How thankful I am that God has fulfilled that longing in my soul, and is now using me to fulfill that longing in others’ lives.
As I wrote this post, I started singing this song to myself: “When Love Takes You In” by Steven Curtis Chapman I thought it so fitting that I included the link for you to enjoy.
What would your message to mom be? What are you missing?