I remember her well, my best friend's mother.
She always had a kind word for me.
I felt loved when I was around her. Not the nuisance I most assuredly was.
No matter what trial she was going through, sickness, divorce, or single parenthood, she exuded the peace and joy of the Lord. "Come here, Joye-Joye", she would beckon me from the bed she was confined to by illness, "and tell me how you've been". And she made me feel like I was special to her. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out. I feel lucky to have spent so many of my youngest childhood days at her house.
There is something rare and wonderful and so beautiful about those people who don't merely love their own, but love other people's children as well. Who invite you not only into their homes, but into their hearts too and you never feel like an outsider or that you don't measure up to their standards. You're just accepted as you are, dirty feet, annoying habits, and all.
And now I'm the mother with young children and my house full of their neighborhood friends. And just as my friend's mother planted those seeds of loving other people's children in my heart those many years ago, I'm wanting to follow her example....
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