I got to spend the day with this munchkin all by himself. That’s kind of our typical Tuesday routine. Hayes and I go to his speech therapy session every Tuesday morning. And then we have the rest of the morning to play until we go pick up Hudson from school.
When Hudson was Hayes’s age, I was about 7 months pregnant. So I have really enjoyed having these uninterrupted days with Hayes. I’m not big and pregnant, so I can run around with him and do the things that little boys like to do.
Hayes’s speech therapist, Sarah, has become such a great, encouraging friend to me. We try to sneak in quick talks before and after Hayes’s sessions. We’re in the same Bible study and I’ve just really enjoyed getting to know her and having a few minutes each week to share some things with her.
I’m so thankful that God provided us with a therapist that Hayes loves and someone that I obviously needed in my life, too.
Today, while Sarah and I were catching up, we got on the subject of the importance in taking time to be a great friend. I’m so fortunate to have really kind, really thoughtful people in my life who show love to me when I need it most. And that’s the kind of friend that I want to be, too.
My boys are watching me as I interact with others and I want to set the example for them of how to show love and be a light in this world. The body of Christ is at its strongest when we are showing the love of Christ to others.
So after a particularly tough week, this has been my new mission. I’ve felt so much love lately from friends, and it is on my heart to pay that love forward. And to take action when showing love. Get out there and doing something tangible. And don’t take “no” for an answer.
We all need help. We need an ear to listen, an extra set of hands, a meal, someone to hug our kids and show them how important friendship is- even to adults. It’s the little things that go the farthest. I feel so fortunate to have people in my life that have done those things for me in hard times, and I want to be someone who notices and does something about it, too.
It’s hard work, and it takes planning. And extra time. But, in the end, it’s worth it when we open up our kitchen to share coffee and tears with another mom. And we stop by with dinner just because. Or call and offer to keep her kids so she and her husband can have a long overdue date night.
The gestures are small, but the mutual impact is lasting.