Awhile ago a parishioner who worked in education before she retired gave Gina and me a plaque. I don’t have it in front of me now, but here’s a paraphrase of what is written on it:
“A hundred years from now, it will not matter what was in my bank account, what kind of car I drove, what kind of house I lived in, what I wore, where I lived, or whether or not I was famous. What will matter most of all is that the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.”
We are very grateful for this plaque she shared with us. It makes us reflect on our decision to adopt our daughter as well as our efforts to be good god-parents and to take time to listen to and notice the children in our lives. Part of what I like about this plaque is that it makes me think about a fundamental question that is posed to me by the gospel, viz., “What is important, what has ultimate meaning, and to whom or to what do I give myself?”
Our daughter was very excited to celebrate a second Mother’s Day with Gina. About five days before what we might call in church lingo, “The Feast of Mom”, our daughter said, “Mom I can’t tell you what I got you for Mother’s Day, but I can tell you this: it’s from Barnes and Noble and it’s books!” She also had a load of home-made gifts for Gina. Very sweet.
It reminded me, as so many moments with her do, not to take anything or, for that matter, anyone, for granted.