The Park Bench
A couple of days ago I stumbled upon this picture of my last visit with mom. It was taken on a sunny February afternoon in the park. The trip was special for both of us for ever since she has to walk with a cane the outings which at one time seemed so ordinary are now trying for her.
That afternoon as we approached her “bench”, birds appeared from nowhere and started to gather around us. As she sat down she pulled this little ziplock bag out of her sweater and started to throw seeds and grains on the ground. “I feed them whenever I am here, and now they recognized me and will come when they see me.”
While the birds were busy pecking at their food, I noticed this particular one , slightly larger but distinctively less attractive than the rest, was standing under a tree by itself.
“That ugly one over there does not know you, and he is waiting for you to leave !” she said. Then with a strength I did not know she had, she threw a handful of bird feed at him and he happily pecked away while keeping a watchful eye on me.
We spent over an hour in the park and got entertained by the chirping of the grateful birds. Even Ugly hopped around me cautiously from a safe distance As we sat there few people stopped by and chatted with mom: a female staff from the park, an old man; and a runner. From their conversations I gathered they know mom well.
“The lady in the uniform, she is really nice and always stops by to talk….”
” the old man there, he does tai chi…”
Mom was eager to keep me informed about her “circle of friends” by her park bench. I could tell that her visits to the park is her connection to the world the only way she knows how.
This picture jogged my memory of that special afternoon and reminded me of a very special quality of mom’s. Even though she never openly confess her faith in God, she has this godly character which I am trying hard to emulate. Wherever she goes, even to the doctor’s office, she has a way to show interests in people around her and made them feel special.
Unfortunately in this day and age, even in church, we tend to adore beauty, intelligence and achievement. But through mom, God has reminded me of a very important truth: God does not show favoritism, and He is the same Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on Him. To God, everyone is special in His eyes.
I am thankful for mom who has taught me so much about life. As I wrote in my tribute to this wonderful woman previously, she is a very wise woman even though she has no education. It is not about how much we know in our head, but how we live and conduct ourselves.
I thank you, my dear Heavenly Father for this wonderful blessing in my life.