Thirteen years ago (I calculate this by Noel's age - he was 6 then) I received a call from our next door neighbor Laurie, the single mother of a 6-month old baby. She worked as a food server at one of Vancouver's then-premier restaurants, one that offered a Mother's Day brunch and would certainly be booked up. Her request: would I be willing to babysit her daughter Anna that day, and take the baby to the restaurant during Laurie's lunch break so she could spend 30 minutes with her child?
Laurie's lunch break conflicted with plans our household had made for that day. Nonetheless, I had no problem telling Laurie that we - my entire household - would be delighted to help her. After all, she not only had to work on Mothers Day, she didn't have a partner with whom to collaborate arrangements.
I remember that particular day being a little more rushed than it would have been if Laurie hadn't called us, but whatever we did for her (and the details have gotten hazy in my mind), it didn't impinge on our plans to any significant degree. And we were able to help someone who otherwise would not have been able to spend any part of a culturally significant day with her daughter.
I wasn't being totally altruistic when I told our neighbor that we could help her. I was operating from the memory of what it had been like for me when Noel was 9 months old and I had to work 50 hours a week throughout the Christmas holiday season. I hated every minute that I was away from him, but as the only employed adult in the household during a recession, I didn't see much choice. The memory of that December is what drove me to offer Laurie our help, and it has driven me ever since.
In an ideal economy & society all parents, whether moms or dads, can get adequate maternity or paternity leave when the child is born or adopted, have a humane weekly work schedule that allows them to connect with their kids and still earn enough to support the family, and get time off to enjoy special days with their children. But we don't live in an ideal society. As a result, many parents are faced with the choice of either spending time connecting with family or keeping a job.
It shouldn't be this way. But it is. Many of the customer service staff waiting tables on Mothers' Day or Christmas or Easter are themselves parents. What separates them from the customers sitting at the tables isn't necessarily brains or education or career savvy. It's luck. I know it's au currant to believe that we create our own reality (New Age), pull ourselves up by our own bootstraps (American tradition) or can pray our way to success (Prosperity Protestantism) but for me, the fact is that random events like economic downturns and the actions of family members exert enormous influence. Blaming Laurie for her situation would have been like telling an 11-year old rape victim that she shouldn't have worn shorts on a 95-degree August day.
So on that Mothers' Day more than a decade ago, I decided to help our neighbor even though I can't say I was enthusiastic about it. My luck with jobs had been good that year, but I knew that it could just have easily been otherwise.
Today I enjoyed the best possible Mothers' Day that I could have now that Noel is grown & living on his own: I was able to sing with my friends in a beautiful setting, for an ever-changing audience of moms and their families. Now that I'm past the age that requires attendance at child-driven festivities, I can help other parents enjoy their special day.
I hope that if there were any moms like Laurie in the crowd, they received special blessings that will carry them through the times that they can't "be there." Sometimes the seemingly random actions of a stranger or the reluctant help of a busy neighbor are the very thing that ferries you over the rapids into safety.
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