Thoughts from the past

I love being a mom and now that morgan is 3 and 1/2, she gets to go to fun birthday parties and has some friends that she really likes. I'm getting use to seeing my little girl interact with other girls and even helping Morgan friends. It's kinda've weird doing it, and I'm very aware that her friends might have different values/ways of living in their house/ opnions, but at the moment their playing with my daugther so indirectly I'm affecting them

I was thinking of this when we were at a play house last night and I was helping Morgan get her shoes on and then her friend asked me to get her shoes on as well, cause her mom wasn't right there. I helped both girls and it brought back a memory when I was about 14 years old......


My family was camping with another family at a beach when we lived in the middle east. The mom was English and her name was Christine and the dad was Egyptian who's name was Ahmed. They had one son who's name was Sam and he was the same age as my brother and I'll never forget how Sam used the word "pardon" when he didn't hear you or understand you. Americans usually say "what" or..."huuu" but hearing this little boy use the word "pardon" in his English way of saying things was really cute. Anyways, we were camping on the beach which is a very sandy experience, and all the kids were getting ready to go into our tent and Sam's mom carried over some water in a bucket and was washing her son's feet off before he went in the tent and then just like I was her daughter she washed my feet. It felt really weird having someone touch my feet and caringly clean them. I remember thinking, this is like something in the Bible!! But I was touched cause she was not my mom but was doing the same for me as for her son...



So anyways, those thoughts were going through my head while I was helping morgan and her friend get their shoes on. I hope that as Morgan grows up, I can help/serve her friends and touch their lives in caring ways.