Today I turn 37. Not really a significant year, yet somehow this year feels different. Maybe it is because all that has changed and happened since last year. Maybe it is realizing that my youngest is turning 10 in a few months. Maybe it is simply crazy hormones, but all the same, I am weepy today. In an effort to not fall headlong into a pity party, I decided to think about 2 people that share this same day with me.
The first one is a childhood friend named Sherry. I am not sure how old she would be today or if she is even still alive. Sherry was a friend of mine from Virginia Beach, Virginia. I lived there from about age 9 until about 12. However, I only knew Sherry about a year of that time. Sherry had Special Needs. I am not sure exactly, but I believe she had Cerebral Palsy along with other limitations. However, Sherry LOVED to ride her bike. If I had to guess, it was because she felt strong and free while riding. Perhaps some of the pain she daily endured was somehow minimize when she flew down the street on top of her custom beach-cruiser allowing the wind to blow through her hair. Sadly, most of the time I was too caught up in playing baby dolls on my porch with the girl from next door, or Barbies with the girl from across the street to pay much mind to Sherry. My excuse perhaps is that riding a bike was and is really not my thing. Maybe it's an equilibrium issue from my own hearing loss - but excuses aside, I now regret not taking the time to ride more with Sherry. Yes, she made me feel a little uncomfortable. I was a child and "different" seemed scary. However, in my heart of hearts even as a child, I knew that Sherry needed a friend.
I am not sure if my mom knew Sherry's need for friendship, but for my birthday just before we moved from that house, I was given a bike. Not that our home didn't have bikes for me to use had I chosen, but perhaps this was a subtle way to tell me to step-out. For the last 2 weeks we lived in that house, I rode my bike almost every day with Sherry. Her smile is something I will never forget. After we moved, I maybe rode my bike a hand full of times. Again - it wasn't my thing. That bike moved 3 more times with our family, and in the end I was required to use it during my high school sorority pledge week. I confess I thought of Sherry every day that week, and I still do every time I have a birthday. I pray she found girls that were better friends than I was. I pray that she still finds pleasure astride a beach-cruiser with wind in her hair. I am a different woman because of the simple joy I learned from her and the lesson of the importance of being a friend.
I have provided a link to a video of a school track and field event. I wish that I would have been the encourager that these children are! Inspirational Video - Story of a child with Spastic Cerebral Palsy.
The second person I am remembering today is Mrs. Mary June Burris. She is the wife of my music minister during my teenage years. Bro. Max passed away last summer, and Mrs. Mary June is now struggling with Alzheimer's disease. I know she is surrounded by precious family, loving friends and a caring church family, but I can't help but wish that I could do something to minister to her during this time. I regularly hear updates on her health and well being. She is a strong woman who has used her life to serve the Lord.
Babies were "her thing". I don't even know how many infants she lovingly nurtured in her home over the years. When the little ones started walking and getting around, they were moved to another dear lady - Jeffery Denton's home until they were old enough for school. These 2 precious ladies have taught me so much about the power for our influence on young children. Many think that "school age" is the time that learning begins, but these wise women know that it begins way before that first step onto the school bus.
Mrs. Jeffery now regularly takes Mrs. Mary June back to her home so that she can pull out all the things that are familiar to her. They spend hours remembering together years that have gone by; children that have grown and prayers the Lord has answered. May it be said of me when I am in my later years that even if disease has taken my day to day memories - the influence and impact I had remains because of Christ's work through me. I know I was a more attentive mom during my kids' early years because of the wisdom taught by these ladies. May I serve the Lord and pray for my children and the children around me as these two special ladies have done all these years.
Happy Birthday Sherry and Mrs. Mary June! Thank you for your influences on my life! AT
The first one is a childhood friend named Sherry. I am not sure how old she would be today or if she is even still alive. Sherry was a friend of mine from Virginia Beach, Virginia. I lived there from about age 9 until about 12. However, I only knew Sherry about a year of that time. Sherry had Special Needs. I am not sure exactly, but I believe she had Cerebral Palsy along with other limitations. However, Sherry LOVED to ride her bike. If I had to guess, it was because she felt strong and free while riding. Perhaps some of the pain she daily endured was somehow minimize when she flew down the street on top of her custom beach-cruiser allowing the wind to blow through her hair. Sadly, most of the time I was too caught up in playing baby dolls on my porch with the girl from next door, or Barbies with the girl from across the street to pay much mind to Sherry. My excuse perhaps is that riding a bike was and is really not my thing. Maybe it's an equilibrium issue from my own hearing loss - but excuses aside, I now regret not taking the time to ride more with Sherry. Yes, she made me feel a little uncomfortable. I was a child and "different" seemed scary. However, in my heart of hearts even as a child, I knew that Sherry needed a friend.
I am not sure if my mom knew Sherry's need for friendship, but for my birthday just before we moved from that house, I was given a bike. Not that our home didn't have bikes for me to use had I chosen, but perhaps this was a subtle way to tell me to step-out. For the last 2 weeks we lived in that house, I rode my bike almost every day with Sherry. Her smile is something I will never forget. After we moved, I maybe rode my bike a hand full of times. Again - it wasn't my thing. That bike moved 3 more times with our family, and in the end I was required to use it during my high school sorority pledge week. I confess I thought of Sherry every day that week, and I still do every time I have a birthday. I pray she found girls that were better friends than I was. I pray that she still finds pleasure astride a beach-cruiser with wind in her hair. I am a different woman because of the simple joy I learned from her and the lesson of the importance of being a friend.
I have provided a link to a video of a school track and field event. I wish that I would have been the encourager that these children are! Inspirational Video - Story of a child with Spastic Cerebral Palsy.
The second person I am remembering today is Mrs. Mary June Burris. She is the wife of my music minister during my teenage years. Bro. Max passed away last summer, and Mrs. Mary June is now struggling with Alzheimer's disease. I know she is surrounded by precious family, loving friends and a caring church family, but I can't help but wish that I could do something to minister to her during this time. I regularly hear updates on her health and well being. She is a strong woman who has used her life to serve the Lord.
Babies were "her thing". I don't even know how many infants she lovingly nurtured in her home over the years. When the little ones started walking and getting around, they were moved to another dear lady - Jeffery Denton's home until they were old enough for school. These 2 precious ladies have taught me so much about the power for our influence on young children. Many think that "school age" is the time that learning begins, but these wise women know that it begins way before that first step onto the school bus.
Mrs. Jeffery now regularly takes Mrs. Mary June back to her home so that she can pull out all the things that are familiar to her. They spend hours remembering together years that have gone by; children that have grown and prayers the Lord has answered. May it be said of me when I am in my later years that even if disease has taken my day to day memories - the influence and impact I had remains because of Christ's work through me. I know I was a more attentive mom during my kids' early years because of the wisdom taught by these ladies. May I serve the Lord and pray for my children and the children around me as these two special ladies have done all these years.
Happy Birthday Sherry and Mrs. Mary June! Thank you for your influences on my life! AT