My loving mom was born on January 29th (She would kill me if I said what year!). One of the most special memories I have of my mom was the six months after I graduated high school in Kenya, before I moved back to the states for college.
My mom and dad first suggested that I stay in Kenya for half a year after I graduated high school, that way I could move back to the United States with the rest of my family when they left in December for their six month furlough. And first, I did not like the idea at all. I knew the rest of my graduating class would be moving back to the states, and even though I wouldn’t be going to the same school as any of them, I still felt like I was being left behind. My parents suggested I could still take classes at an extension program that Wayland Baptist had in Nairobi. I didn’t care much for that idea either. But after lots of prayer, and God changing my heart, I agreed to stay with my family and take classes locally for a semester. I only took classes two out of the six months and only one of the months I was actually living in an apartment by myself near where I was taking the classes. I would come home on the weekends but stay in the apartment during the week. During the second month of class I didn’t stay in the apartment, Mom drove me to and from class every day.
Looking back now, that semester was one of the sweetest times with my mom. When I was taking class we were together all day. We ran together in the mornings, made sure everyone got to school before we would shower and start our days. Every other day or so we would go to the store, sometimes getting coffee and spending a little extra time at our shopping mall area to walk around casually. At home we would relax together even napping at the same time. We would talk so much, about anything and everything. She would advise me on boys and getting along with my sisters. I talked about my hopes and dreams with her. I had never been that close to my mom before.
We prepared meals together, which taught me a lot about cooking. I learned from her in many ways. She is always so patient, she endures all things. She is a phenomenal wife, mother and caretaker. She is a listener, an adviser. Spending that much time with my mom allowed me to see how much she really does, how involved she really is. It caused me to appreciate and love her that much more. I had looked up to her before, but seeing how she lives every moment of every day inspired that much more admiration in me. I couldn’t have imagined my life with any lesser of a woman for my mom. Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.