storytime

So I've already told this story to a couple people. But it's a good story, and I like telling it. Plus, my hands are extremely cold and maybe typing will warm them up.

My mother was leaving for a conference, and she needed small bottles for shampoo and such because of the planes. She uses a decent amount of products in one day, therefore a decent amount of bottles. My mother and father were speaking about this subject and she expressed her lack of time to get these things at the store and do everything else that needed to be done before she left. My father kept trying to convince her that she might already have everything she needed, but my mother was adamant that she didn't. My dad agreed to get the required bottles, but he wasn't thrilled about it.

I could tell he was frustrated. I'm sure my mother knew too, but she was extremely busy, so I assume she just let it go. My mother leads a club at church for elementary-age children, and on the same nights I spend time at our community center getting to know people. When we got home that night, my father gave my mother the bottles he had bought. It was everything she asked for, and even some things she had forgotten, like small toothpaste and deodorant.

It really encouraged me to see my father do that. Even though he wasn't particularly happy with what he had to do, he did the best job ever because he loves my mother. It made me smile and appreciate my parents. It's a helpful story, and it's always in the back of my mind, reminding me of love can look like. My parents aren't perfect, but they share a selfless love that inspires me.