I was in Ann Arbor on Labor Day weekend. We had lunch at a favorite spot. The girls wanted to visit a shop. I dropped them off and circled the block looking for a place to park. At one corner I paused to allow a woman to cross the street. I noticed she was holding the hand of another woman—a young woman of college age.
A few minutes later I noticed them again. This time I watched their faces. It was a crisp fall afternoon. The sky was clear and the there was anticipation in the air, but they were not smiling. There was something like sadness in their eyes. They were not just holding hands. It was as if they were clinging to each other.
The older woman was the mother. She was a single mother. The younger woman was her only child. This would be her first time away from home. She has won a scholarship to the University. Her mother did not want to say goodbye to her but she could not deny her the opportunity. She has always been a very bright girl. She would not stand in her way. She would experience things her mother had never had the chance to enjoy.
They spent the weekend getting her dorm room ready. There was a little fridge to keep her coffee creamer. There was a burner for her meals. In the lone window were curtains made from the same fabric as her curtians at home.
“So you will remember,” mom said as she hung them. They both had puttered around the apartment all day on the edge of tears. They went to eat though neither of them had an appetite. They were spending their last few hours together. The mother had to leave. She had to work in the morning. She had a tearful drive ahead of her. She would have to leave her daughter alone at the University. She would go home to a silent, empty house for the first time in most of two decades. She was a young woman herself when this began. Not now. You could see all that in their faces while they crossed the busy street clinging to each others hands. At least that is what I imagined while I was circling the block on cool fall afternoon in Ann Arbor.
Everyone you see has a story. No one moves through this world like a machine without a heart. Everyone has a story and a heart and a soul. Everyone you meet has a past and a future. Everyone, at least at one time, had a dream. Everyone you meet has an appointment with God some day. Keep that in mind while you make your way in the world today. Take time to listen to someone’s story.
September 16, 2013
So true… there are so many hurting people who need The Lord.
I know how that mom feels. It was more emotional for me to leave Katie at BBC than it was for either of the boys.
God has blessed me with a mind that ‘see’s what I am reading. As I read your story, I was imagining downtown Ann Arbor with its’ busy streets filled with people everywhere, peering into shop windows, traffic on the one-way streets, restaurants of every ethnic group imaginable, cozy diners (my favorite)and the two women you spoke about. Thank God for His gift to you in your writing. You make your stories so easy to imagine in the minds’ eye. They truly come to life for your readers.
Blessed to be a blessing,
Thanks so much for your comments, ladies. I know the feeling a bit, too. It is bitter-sweet to raise and launch children into this world.