I was talking the other day with Hector, my hubby; we were remembering what life was like as children. He told me about living in Mexico with his mom and two sisters and how hard it was to be away from his dad. While awaiting the approval of their U.S. residency, his dad was working in the U.S. sending whatever money he made to them in Mexico. He mentioned how life was…playing in the dirt outside with his cousins and eating all that yummy Mexican candy. As a child he didn’t worry about how the bills or utilities were going to get paid. He didn’t worry about not having enough money for medical insurance or what kind of clothes he’d wear. Happiness to him was the times he spent with his grandfather and mother and sisters. A few of his relatives use to get together every week for bible study. He did not understand much about the Bible but one thing he loved was singing songs of praise to the Lord while his aunts heated up a pot of coffee. He calls it ‘Café Con Leche’…to this day he enjoys a good cup of coffee along with ‘pan dulce’. He remembers his grandfather talking about the book of Revelations and about all the stories in the Bible. These are the memories he treasures. One of our greatest desires is to provide meaningful memories like these for our own children.
The other night, Jacob came into our room and hopped onto our bed hoping we wouldn’t scorn him away to his own room. We didn’t. We opened our arms and embraced his little body in between ours. The smile on his face and the warmth of his little feet brought such peace to me. I realized then that this little three-year-old boy looked up to us for comfort. His eyes did not have any worries or stress. He counted on us to hug him and make him feel secure. And that is exactly what we did. His happiness consists of feeling his parents near him, not having a bunch of toys or even going out to play, but just to have us there with him. Whether he scrapes his knee or bruises his head, I’m there to hug him and nurse him back to health. Mothers and fathers, our hugs and our kisses mean the world to our children. That’s all they want from us. Just like our Father in Heaven wants to comfort us, let’s go to Him for security, warmth and love.
“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; Yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? ...But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.”
Matthew 6: 25-26, 33