Taking Time to Notice Mom

Recently, I had the blessing of being stranded in an airport due to a flight delay. As a person with a seemingly unending list of responsibilities, being stuck in an airport for any length of time, isn’t what I would normally refer to as a “blessing.” but somehow, this time was different.

Although frustrating at first, as my mind began to settle, the moments gradually passed from one distraction to another, until each one became an unintended form of entertainment. And without realizing it I’d become a spectator, relaxed by the hypnotic movements of other people, each with their own list of responsibilities, dodging in and out of coffee shops and boarding queues, texting, talking, and anxiously fidgeting. All I could do was let out my breath and laugh.  

I suppose it’s something we all do on occasion, whether or not we admit it – probably even from behind a few newspapers or half-shut eyelids, we take note of odd clothing, interesting hairdos and perhaps a few bad habits – finding strange satisfaction in seeing how others go about their lives. Interestingly, as I became cognizant, the longer I watched the more I was captivated by their differences and which activities were truly important.

Eventually I was struck by a family of three – a noticeably efficient mom with a daughter approximately four years in age and a slightly older son. They’d arrived precisely on-time armed with a dual stroller, and mom’s carry-on bag thrown over her shoulder. As the evening wore on, I watched as a computer, head phones, milk bottle, cuddle blankets, books, games, Kleenex, wipes, videos and snacks were retrieved, all from this not-so-big bag – a bag of tricks for sure – as whatever need arose was instantly met with a quick dip inside by mom’s wonderful sleight-of-hand.  

Observing this young mother with her little ones reminded me of my own family, and how my wife so lovingly and expertly cares for our children when we travel – somehow always able to meet their need at a moment’s notice. Her accomplishments are amazing and truly a gift for which I am grateful. But this experience made it all the more joyful, and turned an otherwise frustrating evening at the airport into a blessing I hope to always remember – not only to continue appreciating my wife, but to see motherhood as the gift it truly is.

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb" (Psalm 139:13 NIV).

Perhaps, if we’ll simply take some time to reflect on this blessing by remembering our own mothers, or those we’ve known – all with their own bag of tricks – we’ll see them with greater clarity as the uniquely designed gifts that they are - nurturers, discerners, problem-solvers, comforters, efficiency experts, protectors, and God’s chosen vessels for baring new life. Prompting each of us to be thankful not only for their love, but for all the amazing ways they were made to express it. And may God receive the glory.

As we celebrate Mother’s Day, let us lift up a special prayer on behalf of all the magician-like moms who’ve always found a way to meet our needs with generosity, and extend to them hearts filled with grace, honor and thanksgiving.

Guy Hatcher – known as The Legacy Guy – has spent his lifetime helping families plan their legacy. This real-life experience merged with Guy's unique conversation style makes him financial advisor, family coach, and family counselor. His new book, Your Future Reflection: How to Leave a Legacy Beyond Money, is now available at amazon.com. Follow him on twitter @guyhatcher or go to www.guyhatcher.com

Publication date: May 5, 2014