Nathaniel slid into a chair across from me. I stared, for Nathaniel lives four hours away, and then I sensed someone behind me, and it was Rebecca, my daughter. I yelped, “What’s going on here?” And knew then it was a surprise, a delightful surprise for Mother’s Day. Rebecca and Nathaniel had sneaked into town and she and Michael had set up this dynamic dinner at Shugrue’s for me. It was wonderful, a total shock.
Again, on Tuesday, Rebecca and I spent rare time together, prowling about the Mission Inn area of Riverside, then eating lunch in the open brick-floored court of The Upper Crust. We shared a sandwich and a cup of soup because we were scheduled to eat with Jerry and Nathaniel before a couple of hours would pass and we wanted to be hungry then. (Actually when it was time to order food at Mexico Restaurant, neither of us was hungry…ate a few chips dunked in fresh salsa, while the two guys ate gigantic burritos.)
I love my sons. They are three, all quite different from the others. They are exceptional and godly; each is immersed in the work of God. I enjoy particularly being with these men, for they are kind, fun, complimentary, interesting and gracious. We certainly don’t always agree on everything, and have experienced serious splits in mind and opinion. But we’re still in love, and for this past Mothers Day I received from each of them a dear gift.
One is the count of daughter. Only one, and I don’t know how it worked out this way, but God blessed us with the finest when He gave Rebecca to Jerry and me. And so, while I adore those boys of mine, it was a special few hours last week when Rebecca and I strolled about; talking, admiring scenery and architecture, and eating lunch in that cool little place.
God has been gracious by giving me both sons and a daughter, for in the mother/child kinship is easily noted a distinct difference as regards the relationship of a mother and her son and the relationship of a mother and her daughter. So while I love my sons fiercely and believe I would give my life for any of my children, there is something a little different about my daughter. About Rebecca.
And so, gratefully, I look back to Mothers Day, and remember the flowers I received and the delicious meals I ate and the touching message I received that made me cry, and the cards and the other gifts. And etched in my mind are those glowing hours with Rebecca as we tramped around downtown Riverside sharing food, sights and our hearts.
Lots of pictures of that day here.