Mom came out to DC this weekend for my graduation, so I had the luxury of spending a portion of Mother's Day with her. She's en route back to Idaho now, but today I had a flash of a distant memory that reminded me of just how great an impact her example has had on the way I live my life.
Many years ago, I used to play on a competitive soccer team. We participated in big, important tournaments (at least I thought they were at the time), and sometimes my team had games on Sundays. I remember playing one single Sunday game, but never again after that. The details are fuzzy as to what led up to me sitting out the rest of the Sunday games, or whether I did it with a good attitude or not. I'm sure Mom didn't say, "I won't let you play any more games on Sunday," because that's just not the way she leads. She probably reminded me of the the importance of the Sabbath and then allowed me to make the choice for myself.
Whatever the case may be, I realized today that this experience has completely shaped and molded my behavior on the Sabbath and my perception of it. I work hard to make sure that Sunday is special: it's my day to set aside the work and stress from the rest of the week - not such an easy task in grad school. But it is a day I treasure, and always a day I need by the time it comes around. I am grateful to Mom for planting that seed, and I am grateful for this particular day that gives us all a chance to acknowledge her unconditional love, support, and example.
Love you, Mom!