“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” –Fred Rogers
This world is filled with hurt and pain, darkness and suffering. If given enough time, despair and hopelessness can consume your being just thinking about it. Then, in the midst of the dark, there are found these glimmers of light, pure and beautiful torches, shining bright.
How I long to be one of these lights, these “helpers.” I am ready to go, to make a difference in this hurting world! Yes, I am going to be the torch, bringing hope to those in need!
I look down at the snotty faced little boy pulling at my leg. I pick him up and reach for the tissues. I hear the glass shattering in the kitchen, my daughter shouting my way, “Sorry about that mom!”
I am a mom. Those kids under my care, they consume my days, hours, minutes. How will I ever find time to be of help???
Perhaps, at this point in my life I am not to be the torch, the wildfire, but the warm glowing candle on a dark winter night. Some days it is in the smile and kind words to the other mom at the playground. On others it may be lending a hand to the older neighbor next door, the one who sits alone at home most days. A charitable donation, a care package to someone in need, a phone call, a letter (do we do those anymore), a text, encouragement, prayer.
Perhaps. . . that snotty faced little boy, that girl standing next to the shattered glass. . . perhaps they are somewhat important themselves. Perhaps, this mom thing, this exhausting, day in and day out, cleaning, cooking, chauffeuring, refereeing, counseling, hugging, kissing, cheering, dancing, laughing, crying mom thing is the biggest light I will ever shine. Perhaps, it is the most important “helper” I will ever be.