The Loudmouth Protestant

November 27, 2009

Treasured Moments

Filed under: family,life — nickisym @ 12:26 am
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I meant to write this yesterday but the words weren’t flowing the way they needed to be. But here I am in the midst of my family, sitting here watching everyone and thinking that though we are all our own special brands of crazy, like bats out of hell, it is heaven to be able to share that and work it out together. I don’t get to spend time with my family often, but it’s moments like these that I treasure.

I treasure the moments of gleaning wisdom from the elders in the family and listening to their tales of growing up in Jamaica. I treasure the moments of laughing with my cousins about the long-winded stories of the elders. I treasure the moments of watching the domino experts play the night away until they reach six love. I treasure the moments of having a good home-cooked meal. I treasure the moments of just watching family be family. We aren’t perfect and we may not get it right until long after many of us are gone, but all we have is each other. And, although I wish I had more time to spend with them so that we could grow in love, together. I will not focus on what I don’t have at the moment and be grateful for what I do have, this moment.

December 27, 2007


Filed under: family,God,life — nickisym @ 10:54 pm

Yesterday was my birthday. It’s usually not a day full of fanfare but I try to do little things like buy whatever I want, spend time with family and friends, and thank the Lord for yet another year on the planet. Yesterday was really no different.

I started the day out in a Firestone and departed to head to the mall to take advantage of the day after Christmas sales–this is based on my need of clothing. Later on, my parents took me out to dinner and as we finished our meal I began to get a little weepy and emotional.

My mother looked at me and said “27, you are getting old, but here’s to many more years.” I told her that I hoped that it would be many more years spent with her and my father to which she replied–as if reading my mind–“My mother is 90 years old, so I have a long way to go.” It’s moments like that with my mom that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I held back my tears because I believe what she meant. I believe it because there is nothing like a mother’s love. I believe it because I want to celebrate my birthday with her for years to come. I believe it because I can’t wait to introduce her to the love of my life. There’s just something so precious about a mother’s love and I thank God for it because when friends and others fail you, mom is there is pick up the pieces.

So on my first full day of 27-ness I am preparing to head back to NY and it feels bittersweet because I do love being at home with my parents–despite moments when I feel like I am being driven up the wall. It feels safe here. In my maturation I am recognizing that my love for my parents has grown and continues to grow deeper. I pray that God will always protect them and bless them. After God, I know in this moment there is no greater love.

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