(written for our newsletter in April '07)
When I was in 7th grade, I attended my first dance/social event at school. I was very excited about it, but to put it mildly, it didnâ€™t go well. No one really talked to me and I found myself walking around the whole time trying to find someone to talk to me. It was as if I didnâ€™t exist. When my dad picked me up, I told him I hated it. Anyway, I was telling my parents about it when I was a senior in college to let them know how much I learned and grew because of that event. As I was almost done telling them, I noticed my mom was crying. She was hurting for me as if I was still that 7th grader. If I told anyone else that story, they would think, â€˜God is good for using a hard situation and molding Rob closer to His likenessâ€™. Not my mom. Her first reaction is to hurt for me, then (maybe) deal with what God is teaching me. If I reminded her of that story today (20 years after the event), she would still cry. So please, donâ€™t mention it if you see her. I thank God for giving us moms that love like no one else.
Happy Motherâ€™s Day, Rob