Mother’s Day

I am not a mother, but I am part of a village. And what a fun village it is! I’ve been teased mercilessly by some of the young men of this village. Now these are all grown up with children of their own who they’re soberly teaching the ways of God.

I’ve been surrounded at times by the little ones of this village. I’ve enjoyed bubble tea with my favorite Bee, and we’ve flown a kite on the beach at Rockaway. (Bee declared, “This is the funnest day of my life!”) There have been many special moments with these children: eating mangos on a park bench with Jacob; listening to Hannah play church in the magnificence of the Winter Garden; ball games with Joshua during recess at Hudson River Christian; climbing up to see a scary skeleton in Wichita with the great-nieces and nephews . . .

The grown up children of this village like to return to NYC where we carry on long conversations while eating ethnic foods, touring, or hanging out in our apartment. They share their blessings with us, and their hurts and sadness too.

I am glad, thankful, and humbled by being a part of this village. I love you all. Be faithful to the end. Let’s pray for each other.

Happy Mother’s Day! Berniece