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I made a new friend recently. Have you ever found a "kindred soul" in someone who’s fifty three years your senior? I’m sure many of you have. And if you haven’t I urge you to do it! It may remind you of the movie, “Fried Green Tomatoes,” but I’ve become friends with this woman at church who just simply fascinates me. One day recently she wasn’t at the service and I called asking if I could pay her a visit. She was happy to have me over and asked me to bring the baby for some fun as well. I visited her at her apartment one day last week and had tea with her. When I arrived, she insisted that we linger in the lobby a moment to “show the baby around.” “Seeing a baby will make their day!" She said with a twinkle. "We don’t see many young ones, you know.” The ladies in the lobby did seem to enjoy cooing at Baby C.
Once we headed up the elevator, we walked down a hallway and entered her door. I was immediately drawn to the main wall of her living area. There, hung unframed and casually, were dozens of large 11 x 13 sized pictures of scenes from her life including her with her children, her grown children, grandbabies now grown. It was like looking at the Bayeaux Tapestry, for me. I was transfixed! As I asked about the people on her wall, I discovered she’d outlived 2 husbands and had lost her daughter-in-law to cancer. Her only son is a widower in his forties. In the corner of her room sat a high back chinz armchair with a book open on the stand next to it. Albums of genealogy lined her bookshelves. A tall rubber plant commanded the center of attention in her little den. While out on her patio, evidence of an avid "green thumb" was visible. She wore swingy pale pink linen pants and a crisp cool white blouse. She is tall with sparkly blue eyes and a lovely face. Her silver hair was pulled up in an elegant low inverted bun, reminding me of how I imagine Jane Eyre had hers. But our time together just did amazing things for me too. For one thing, it helped me see beyond my days as a wrung-out mother. Someday there will be no more droolly chins to wipe or sibling quarrels to referee. I’ll get to have an apartment all to myself, a whole thought to myself!! Ha-ha! No, really… It made me feel glad that I’m choosing to stay home and invest in the lives of my children rather than a career for myself right now. Lord willing, there are more seasons to life down the road! "Lina" is in her golden years, looking back on all the memories she made…days at her beach-house on the North shore, years spent in England, time spent teaching grade school in Hawaii, traveling in Tunisia. She’s lived a rich, lovely and totally different kind of life than I. She loves the Lord too. Someday I’ll be in her shoes…and be looking up at the memories of my home and life all condensed on a wall, joy mixed with sadness. She made me want to live with no regrets. And she made me want to visit her again and hear more fascinating stories from the novel of her life. Reach out to an "unlikely" friend...and be stretched, deepened and surprised. |
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