How do you show your love?
Do you cook a favorite dish to bring or share?
Do you surprise a special person in your life with their favorite wine?
Do you go pick up a friend and treat them to lunch?
Once a week, I pick up my mother and take her to
the bank or we go have a latte at Starbucks.
Then, I take her to her favorite Asian market. For some reason
we always end up at the Asian market. It’s a pattern.
But, sometimes we switch it up. Whooppee!!!
We go the market first and THEN have a latte.
The Asian market is located on a corner with
tight parking and it is always full. I hate it! I’m a snob. I like my cars to be
shiny, clean, and ding free. Just sayin’.
When we enter the store, Mother goes ahead while I
grab a Barbie doll-size cart. My job is to follow her and listen.
“Oh, mangoes. Bery good . . . last week I buy one box,
bery sweet. Today, I get two box. I give to my kids.”
Oh, Holy Spirit, help me. My mother is now promoting mangoes.
Like their parking lot, the aisles in the Asian market drive me nuts.
When others want to pass me, I have to stand in place and not move so they
can zig-zag their own Barbie doll-sized cart past me.
It’s insane. Can’t the owners just make the aisles wider? Guess not.
“I cook for sister-in- law. She tells me she like fish so I cook.”
“Right on, Mother.”
“We go next week and deliver fish.”
This can’t be my life. It is all a dream.
“Did you get everything you want at the store?”
“Tank you Lord. I remember soy sauce.
Almost forget. You know, I feel happy when I cook and give.”
She continues to talk to me as I merge onto the freeway.
After I dropped off my mother, I realized that what she said made sense.
She demonstrates her love by making favorite dishes for her loved ones. Cooking tasty dishes is her way of being creative, and let me tell you—the lady CAN COOK. There are dishes that I will eat every five years ONLY if my mother has prepared them. One is liver. Gross, you say. Well, like I said, every five years I’ll eat it and my mother has to be the chef—and there have to be lots of onions.
Try it, you just might like it.
After being with my mother, I ended up asking myself how do I show my love?
Here is my list:
*To my husband, sometimes during our walks and when the mood strikes, I hold his hand and say “love you.”
*I show my love to my friends by buying their favorite wine and drinking it with them. Or I text them to ask about their day.
* I show love to my boys by telling them I’m proud of them and by listening to what they have to say.
*I show my love to my mother by setting aside one day each week to spend time with her and help her with her errands like going to the Asian market.
What does your list look like?
Thank you for showing me how my mother shows her love to others.
I always learn something from her even if I don’t want to.
Situations like these teach us to be better human beings,
taking us away from focusing only on ourselves and helping us to put our energy into showing our love for others.