Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness. –Psalm 151:1
This Psalm was a part of my Morning Prayer devotion today. This was after I had already found my mind reminiscing about certain beautifully sacred times I spent with my mother. Some of the most sacred moments I spent with my mother were during our travels, either just the two of us, or with family. One such occasion I fondly remember was an impromptu trip my mother and I took to Chicago and Madison, WI.
We had originally planned to take a long weekend trip with my father to Salt Lake City. However, we ended up not making the flight due to forgetful mom leaving her photo ID at home and so we couldn’t make it on the flight. But everything turned out alright. My mom desperately wanted to go on vacation and since Salt Lake City wasn’t going to work out, we decided to take a road trip. After throwing around several options, my mom and I decided to hit the road and head to Chicago. It was a few months til Christmas, and my mom liked the idea of doing some shopping on the Magnificent Mile.
We had such a wonderful time, even though we had our share of arguments in the car over who could talk on the phone and when and what music to listen to. You know, your typical family disagreements. But the time we spent in Chicago, and also in Madison, was so wonderful. I was in seminary at the time, and my mom loved hearing about what I was studying. She even helped me study my Hebrew by drilling me with my vocabulary flash cards.
I think the most memorable part of the trip had to be in Madison. After we arrived and had lunch (grilled cheese and tomato soup!), we decided to head down to University of Wisconsin bookstore to pick up some souvenirs that said “Madison” or “Wisconsin” on them for Christmas gifts. We were around the Capitol building, which sits atop a hill on the surrounding isthmus. It was a downhill walk to the university bookstore. After doing some shopping there, we decided to head back to our car and make our way back to Chicago. But it was a pretty steep uphill walk from the bookstore back to where we parked by the Capitol. And neither of us felt like making that steep walk. This was in the days before uber, and we couldn’t find any cabs…but we did see plenty of college students who were available for a bicycle taxi!
My mom and I giggled at the thought of a college student hauling both of us up the hill on his or her bike. But they were there to provide the service, and make a bit of cash, so we thought we’d give it a try. We laughed and laughed the whole way up the hill.
“We’re going to break his chain,” my mom declared. “We’re too heavy for him.”
“I hope he doesn’t pass out from exhaustion,” I giggled.
“If he makes it up the hill, it will be a miracle,” mom proclaimed.
We couldn’t stop giggling at what a funny sight we must be. We kept asking him if he was OK, and he kept saying “Yep, I’m great!”, even though he acted like it was one of the toughest bike rides of his life! 😀
We did make it up the hill, all three of us in one piece. We gave the bicycle taxi boy a very nice tip!
There are so many more stories I have of spending such sacred moments with my mother. Every now and then, something will spark one of those memories in my mind, and even though it is sad thinking we can’t make new memories together, I am so very thankful for those many times we were able to spend together.
And just as my mom would have it, these memories always put a smile on my face and make me giggle.