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March 27, 2002 - The Servant
Welcome to 2TheHeart!
"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these, my
bretheren, so ye have done it unto me." Matthew 25:40
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This story immediately made me think of Jesus washing the feet of his disciples and those who followed him. Being a "servant" can be the greatest loving honor. During this special time of Easter
celebration, I hope that you will find the time to be a servant and
to allow others to serve you as well.
"The Servant"
by Karen C. Driscoll
The other day, after a seemingly endless morning of dirty diapers,
spilled milk, and wailing, whining, fussing children, one of my two-
year old daughters dropped a fairly sizable hard plastic toy on my
bare foot. Stepping backwards, I smacked my other foot on one of the several thousand objects that regularly litter the carpet of my less-than-Martha home. It hurt. A lot. My pain translated a morning's worth of frustration into an eruption of anger. I hopped up and down, seething, and rubbing my foot.
Mostly I was just so tired of feeling like I could never get anything
done. Tired of feeling like a servant, catering to the whims of
three children under two. Tired of the endless pick-up. Tired of
never having much other than a messy house and an exhausted body to show for it at the end of the day. At that particular moment, I felt tired, really, of being a mother. My daughter watched me, eyes wide. She slowly got down on all fours and crawled over to me, an abject subject approaching a wrathful queen. "What are you doing?" I snapped impatiently and not kindly. She wouldn't answer me. When she reached my feet, she lowered her head and kissed my throbbing toe. She smiled, patted my foot, looked up at me. "All better now, Mommy." She said it with conviction. She said it exactly the same way I say it to them a hundred injuries a day. A kindness returned.
Looking down at her staring earnestly up at me with such big,
innocent blue eyes, something clicked inside of me. This 'servant'
became instead, the Served; and this mother became the Mothered. My anger deflated. My frustration dissolved. Feeling tired was forgotten. What difference did it really make if my house was a mess? I was, after all, a Mother: The imperfect recipient of the perfect love of a child.I picked my daughter up and hugged her small body tightly to mine. "Thank you." I said to her. She was right. I was all better now.
Karen C. Driscoll copyright 2001
KMHBRDriscoll@hotmail
Karen lives with her husband and four children in Connecticut. She
has a masters degree in elementary and special education and is
currently a full-time stay-at-home mom. Karne also has two stories in "Chocolate for a Woman's Courge". Look for many future stories by this delightful new 2TheHeart writer!
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The Letter Box:
Dear Susan,
After reading Dink's Hugs by her dearest Big Al, I began the ritual
of hugging people everywhere I go, I now do it unconsciously now I will have to work up the courage to tell people how I feel about them (positively) knowing it's a weak point I have. Thank you Kent for this beautiful and touching story and thank you Susan for your wonderful work and for making a difference.
Rita Mowete-Atuonah, Africa
ratuonah@wonderfoods.com
Just a tribute to our wonderful Savior and Lord for this Easter
time...thought maybe it might be suitable for your printing. I sing
it a lot and feel it wih all my heart, soul, mind, and strength. He
is my inspiration every day that I live. So I love to share Him and
HIS love with others. God bless and keep you with HIS angels all
round you and all you love and pray for today and always. I praise HIM and thank you for this ministery of 2THEHEART.
wwjdleona@aol.com
2theheart,
WHEW!..Kent's story was a tear-jearker...and one that touches right here at home...In 1972, when my Mom was dying of cancer, I guess the "vogue" thing to do, was to NOT discuss it... I don't exactly know why...I mean...she knew she was dying, and we knew she was dying...but we never sat and talked about it....consequently...I never got to tell her how much I loved her and would miss her in my life...It's the hardest thing I've never done...and once I was old enough to understand exactly what I had missed in that...I made a vow, then...that NEVER AGAIN would I NOT speak my feelings...Several years later, as my best friend lay dying, with the same breast cancer that had taken my Mom...I told her I loved her ...She looked at me and smiled...Heaven, already in her eyes...and said the last words she ever spoke to me...I Love You too....Three years ago, when I lost my Dad...I spent a night with him in his hospital room, and we spoke of all the things I never got to speak of with my Mom....These moments....possibly the hardest I'll ever know in my life, are also
the most precious ones.... As a nurse, having witnessed, far too many die alone, without loved ones near, I began, sometime ago, a special prayer for those alone...(Prayer is the first treatment most nurses give)...Standing at the bedside of a soul in parting...I pray that they know,not only the full joy of the Love of God, but also, that they are handed into his arms by the love of all the those that were in this persons life....As your grandfather so wisely put it, Kent...All we have on this earth, really, is the love....It is what is missed the most...and what needs to be spoken of the loudest...
Well...I guess I went on a tangent..but you hit my heartbone with
this one....Make your heart smile today...Tell someone....tell
everyone.... how much you love them...
God Bless You All
Sandra Smith
Susan
Today I checked the mail and there was a cheque from Chicken Soup for the soul. This was for a story that I wrote regarding September 11. The book came out February 28 and is Chicken So We had a ball! We've both been working so hard recently.
You ran the story on 2theHeart and that is where Chicken Soup for the Soul saw it.. Thanks Susan
You are as always ... an angel!!!!
Hugs and smiles
Ellie Braun-Haley
2theheart,
I just took a peek at the 2theheart online album and it was SO FUN to see the photos! I can't wait until it's MY turn!! Thank you for doing this - I know how busy you are, Super Girl!
Love and hugs,
Karen
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