“Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher
of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my
mother is that sweet flower of love.”
- Stevie
Wonder
End-of-year
summer school uniform shopping is anything but fun. The one place in the county that carries the
required uniforms is a madhouse.
Everyone seems impatient, overwhelmed and in a hurry – all at once. It is difficult to find the aisle with the
school that you are looking for, much less figure out the sizing system. Mothers drag reluctant children around. And there is even a line for the dressing
rooms.
One dressing
room had the door ajar and inside was a woman on her knees in front of a crying
toddler, trying to get a shirt over his head.
“I am going to put this over your head and then I will take it off right
away – it will only be a second,” she said and smiled at him. She was being so sweet and not exhibiting any
frustration that I thought she had to be an aunt or other relative, not his
mother. “Is he yours?” I asked. Yes, she said. I told her that it was so nice that she was
being so patient with him. She shrugged
as if she knew no other way.
My children
commented on it later. “She was so
patient,” one of my daughters said. “I am going to be like her when I am a
mother.” All of them chimed in their agreement.
I was
grateful for the beautiful example.
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