Eating crow is not very high on my list of gifts and talents. But I have a bit of crow to eat today. In my last post I said that I only received 1 phone call on my birthday. While that wasn’t meant as a whine…well not consciously anyway…it turns out it wasn’t even true. I missed some very important phone calls on my birthday because my phone battery was loose and when I fixed it I found that I had missed some incredibly sweet calls on my birthday that, thankfully, were there on my voice mail.
I missed the birthday call from my mother and daddy. In my 64 years I don’t believe I have ever had a birthday without either being with them or hearing from them. Turns out this birthday was no exception. Mother, now in her 80’s and daddy who just turned 90, are responsible for the good things I have done in life. For my screw-ups I take full responsibility. It was good to hear my mother say “We love you, Tim.” Of course, happy birthday was ok but the “I love you” was more important. I’m really sorry I missed the call and the opportunity to say, “And, I love you and daddy, too.”
But the calls I really regret missing were the ones from Hudson, Cooper, Miller, and Maddox, my grandsons by J.J. and Eric Rubio. I mean, talk about missing something precious!! Just that they took the time to call means a lot!! I’m glad I got to hear them on my voice mail but I so regret not being able to respond to them in real-time.
Hudson called me on his own cell phone and sounded very grown up as he wished me a happy birthday and then said “I love you, Papa.” I missed your call Hudson, but thanks for calling and I love you too.
The next call on my voice mail was from Miller, my youngest grandson. I could hear his dad prompting him in the background then his sweet voice said “I called to say Happy Birthday, Papa. This is Miller. Happy Birthday. Love You” I love you too Miller.
Next was a joint call. The voice said (remember they are having to respond to a sterile phone message “Hi this is Tim. Leave me a message.”) Happy Birthday! Oh, this is Cooper. Happy Birthday. I love you Papa! I love you too Cooper.
Then Maddox took the phone and yelled Happy Birthday and then proceeded to sing “Happy Birthday to You” to me replete with the tap,tap,tap refrain they use at their birthday celebrations. I have laughed out loud with delight every time I’ve listened to his recording. Thanks for being you Maddox and I love you too.
I also found that I received text messages from Melissa and the Berry boys wishing me a happy birthday. I missed those too. What a day for my phone to be on the fritz! Thanks for the texts and I love you too.
So what I wrote in my last post about not caring for my birthday is only partially true. Like many things enjoyed as children, adult birthdays are enjoyed differently or not at all. I realize it is sort of an automatic response to prefer celebrating my grandsons’ birthdays, as I did my daughters, while they are innocent and capable of incredibly genuine displays of affection over simple things like candles on a birthday cake, over my adult birthday with its reminder that life is short. Their calls and texts, not to mention eCards and mailed cards filled a void that I didn’t even know was there. It was as if I needed to hear them say they loved me…even though I know it. I needed to tell them, too, for this love for each other is the two-way street of family, and I truly regret that I missed those calls and texts!
As I pondered all of this, it took me to a deeper level and I wondered, when we tell God, Our Father in Heaven, that we love Him, does He, too, in His Great Love and Mercy for us feel compelled to tell us that He loves us. I think He does. But, sometimes I don’t think we know it…or feel it…or understand it. Sometimes our phones are on the fritz.
I feel challenged now to not only tell God that I love Him, but also to take time to listen for the ways He tells me that, yes, He does love me, too.
My first public prayer of my 64th year of life is that in any circumstance of our lives…the good times and the not-so-good times…the times of light and the times of darkness…that we may know the love of God. May our eyes see the ways He impacts our lives. May our ears hear the wonders of His love as we journey through the days of our lives. May our hearts know clearly in our love for God that He loves us deeply and more intimately than we shall ever know or begin to understand. Amen.
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Your post brought tears and smiles. How does that crow taste?