This afternoon my wonderful mother is meeting me for a sleepover. Six months before, I called with the happy news that I’d be in her state; I called with the invitation to a sleepover! As delighted as two young schoolgirls, we made our plans-when she’d arrive, where to come, and what we’ll do. We’re going to have so much fun!
I’ll pull into the parking lot, back from a long day of meetings. I know I’ll find her, as I have many times before, sitting patiently in her car, waiting. Waiting for me. We’ll go in, get settled, We’ll have small talk, little intimate discussions shared between a mother and a daughter. We’ll knit and chat and giggle and laugh outright, probably real belly laughs. Then, we’ll put our needles aside and humbly bow in a tender time of prayer, praying mostly for my children. How we want them to follow our LORD. Rising from this holy time, we’ll order pizza, take-out from a local pizzeria. We’ll bring it back to the room…mostly because we’ll want a relaxed and quiet place. No noisy customers, no jangling cups, or clinking dishes. Mostly, we’ll visit. We may decide visit the pool and dip our toes in the water, in spite of the two-hour rule, but then again, maybe we won’t. Will we laugh by the poolside and share our thoughts in the elevator? Hmmm…we’ll decide. As the evening deepens and begins to slumber, we’ll change into our comfy ‘jammies and crawl under the covers. We’ll continue our tête-à-tête, continue until one or the other slips softly to sleep.
Morning will find waking early; We’ll still be talking. No lack of words have we. A little more lingering over breakfast and a cup of coffee. Then, all too quickly, hugs and I love yous, glistening eyes, and waves good-bye. I send her on her way.
You’re never, after all, too old for a sleepover.