Blessings at the BMV
07/28/2006 03:12 PM
| Family
I went to the BMV this morning to renew our license
plates, and when I walked in, there was only one
chair to sit in. I had Ian with me, so I just set his
carseat in front of me and rocked him while he played
with one of his toys. There was a couple sitting to
my left that were immediately enthralled with him,
and commented over and over how healthy and happy he
looked. When I began to ask them about themselves,
they shared that they had seven kids between 2 and 23
years old! The mother remarked how important it is
for at least one parent to be heavily involved in a
young baby's life -- that it makes such a remarkable
difference in their emotional development. I told her
how I tutor freelance, and that even that little bit
of time outside the home is difficult to work around
Ian and his needs (especially since I'm nursing him).
She encouraged me to continue to do what's best for
my son, even if it's harder for me. I knew that, but
I really needed to hear it from someone else.
Sometimes I feel this pressure to be providing more
for my family monetarily (especially when things are
really tight), but in reality, the best thing I can
do for both my husband and my son is to be a good
wife and mother. If I feel that that entails keeping
the current situation as it is, then that's what I
should do.
About this time, Ian started fussing because it was
time for his nap. The couple next to me whispered to
each other, then the mother leaned over and offered
me her number slip, which was just about to be
called. "Here, switch me," she said. "Your little boy
is more important than me being able to get out of
here quickly." I resisted, but she insisted, so I
thanked her and took her slip just as the number was
being called at the desk. My transaction went
quickly, and when I was done, the couple was still
sitting there, waiting for their turn, which was
still about fifteen minutes away. I thanked them
again and walked outside, thankful to God for such
kind and compassionate people. Who knew that a visit
to the BMV could be encouraging?