My mother-in-law was speaking yesterday, on “How to Love Your Husband.” She is one of the wisest women I know, with a marriage I respect, and so I went to listen.
It was a small group of ladies, all homeschool moms (at a homeschool retreat), and when I first walked in I felt young. Then I realized that I really wasn’t that much younger than some of the other moms there! At almost thirty-one years old, I have arrived in the “older, homeschool mom” ranks! Kind of scary, and kind of a warm, fuzzy feeling.
My purpose in attending the Sunday morning service was nothing spiritual. I just wanted to hang out with my mother-in-law and meet some other mamas. And show off my baby boy! Dee offered to watch Zach along with the other four kids, but I quickly pointed out that, “Since I feed Zach on demand, there’s no telling when he’ll wake up and want to nurse!” Good excuse, huh? Like I’ve said before, there are advantages to being the only lactating person in the family!
Show him off I did. Zach got passed around quite a bit, slept some, and nursed quite a bit. This boy likes to eat!
I went to be blessed, and God knocked me over with love. (See? I went with selfish motives. Definitely nothing spiritual!) From all the ladies “oohing” and “awwing” over Zach, to being prayed for by name, to the lady who washed Zach’s poopy onesie out in the bathroom sink, and offered me a drink of water later on while I was nursing Zach, to all the textbooks and other homeschool material that was offered to me for free, to the coffee and food pushed my way… I just had a lovely, satisfying time!
That “World History and Geography” textbook I brought home? Kirstyn has dubbed it: “World History and Garbage.”
Oh, and while we’re on the page of me failing at spirituality, let me tell you about Megan. I was trying to be spiritual the other day, asking Megan about her Sunday School paper. It was some Old Testament story I think, because the picture on Megan’s paper was of two men outside a tent in what looked like a desert, with stickered-on stars in the nighttime sky. I asked, “Who made those stars? God?” Megan looked at me funny, and politely said, “No, me!”
My mother-in-law did a fantastic job, by the way. I know that I was convicted to love and honor my husband even more than I do! And judging from all the women that wanted to talk with Mom after the service, I don’t think I was alone in my conviction.