My Mom Still Packs My Lunch
I have a t-shirt that says, “My mom still packs my lunch.”
It was given to me for my last birthday by a staff member here at work because, well, it’s true. My mom does still pack my lunch.
Yes, I am in my mid 40’s and quite capable of fixing my own lunch (so I’m told), but my mom packs my lunch just about every weekday. Now it helps that she works here in my office, but that’s not really the point. You see, something magical happens every time mom fixes my lunch – it tastes way better than anything I could ever fix. So I moan with delight with eat every bite, proudly wear the t-shirt, and ignore all the envious looks from all the other office personnel.
Mom’s are rather amazing creations don’t you think? Only a loving God would think up something as wonderful as a mom. From day one, their children consume their thoughts and occupy their time. They seem to know the right things to say, the right things to do, and always know the exact ingredients to put on a sandwich and how to cut it so it doesn’t lose any flavor. I’m living proof that even after four decades, when it comes to her children, there is no tiring from giving an overabundance of tender loving care.
Abraham Lincoln wrote, “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother.” An old Spanish proverb says, “An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.” Henry Ward Beecher wrote, “When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly—so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.”
My dad, Dr. Les Thompson, who also happens to be a happy recipient of my mom’s lunch menu, is busy writing a book to help us non-thoelogians better understand the Trinity. The “three-in-one” concept is difficult to grasp but I get the benefit of reading excerpts and discussing them with our resident theologian – often over Mom’s lunch.
I’ve been intrigued about a particular section where he speculates on a conversation Mary and Joseph could have had on their way to Jerusalem. Mary is “great with child” and they are trying to figure out the strange concept of God the Angel had described;
“…there’s something here about God we’ve never understood before,” Joseph said as he steadied Mary in the saddle. “Gabriel talked about God, then he talked about the Holy Spirit…and then the baby. Can all three be God?”
“…Mary looked down and felt the baby kick in her stomach. She just smiled.”
If Joseph was a typical guy, he was probably trying to work through all the angles, details, and improbabilities in an attempt to form some logical conclusion about something miraculous. Mary just had to feel that baby kick… and she knew.
Mom’s are like that aren’t they? And while Mary obviously had a singular and miraculous experience, mom’s don’t need much discussion on most things. “They just know.”
My mom never asked if she could pack my lunch. She just started doing it. She knew she’d have absolutely no objection from me so why even bother to ask, right? After all, she already knew exactly what I liked.
I don’t know if your mom still packs your lunch, but I highly recommend it. Whether you’re six or forty-six.
Thanks mom! Happy Mother’s Day.
I love you.