I'm convinced that's exactly what I am—a version of my mother living in a different generation.
Aren't we all, though?
My perspective is a little different, because I can only imagine what my mother might think of 2018, since she's resided in heaven for twenty-four years.
I miss her this day—on the eve of her baby's birthday—a day she will get to celebrate with him this year. My heart hurts in his absence, but I smile knowingly. How wonderful that reunion must be!
I've celebrated one more birthday than she celebrated. And you know what, I giggle when I think of the difference in a day in the life of us. (Attribute this blog to the nostalgic rewinds, fast-forwards, and what-ifs of This Is Us.)
Let's turn on rewind and glance at the landscape of this week.
Me—using my navigation system
Me—using my iPhone, iPad, iWhatever
Me—using my SmartTV
Me-listening to podcasts
Me-checking email and social media
Me-using my air fryer to make dinner
Me-ordering groceries and just about every other thing using an app—checking in, paying, and picking up without ever speaking to a person
Me-making videos on my handheld device to market, to teach, to connect
Me- facetiming my niece, her granddaughter
Me-doing life as we know it...
A familiar scene plays out in my head.
"Mom, I know. You don't understand."
In my mind, I can still hear her say in an exasperated tone—5'2'', hands on hips, "Amanda, one day you will understand!"
Oh, mama, if you only knew.
As different as the "tools" of the time are, I do understand many things.
I, too, pray for my kids, even if, especially when they frustrate me.
I, too, burst with pride when they shine.
I, too, experience 'mom guilt'.
I, too, grapple with fear and insecurity.
I, too, dream big.
I, too, love my husband and fight for our marriage.
I, too, cherish my friends.
I, too, have doubts.
I, too, ask questions.
I, too, cry out.
I, too, love Jesus.
And there He is. The scarlet thread that connects generation to generation. Friends, when you strip the technological advances away, Solomon's words ring true—there is nothing new under the sun. What matters, matters—as it always has.
Observe how He loves.
Love others as He loves us.
So, yes, I am my mother—once removed.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.