After church, I went out for lunch with my 6 year old. Zoe’s Kitchen is the kind of restaurant where you order at the front, take a number on a stand, then have a seat until a worker brings your food and retrieves the number.
But this was Sunday after church…. So FIND a seat is more accurately what folks were doing.
We had a table and our lunch: we were chatting and eating when she struggled near us. The dragging of the high chair was blocked by the crowded tables. With a baby on her hip, she dipped down so the high chair would be on the crook of her elbow and off the floor. The high chair dropped off her arm, so she hefted the baby a bit higher and dipped lower to try again.
I have been there. When I was a single mom, there were times two hands were simply not enough. A sleeping baby in the carseat, an empty gas tank, and a messed up debit card reader was overwhelming to the point of tears. Even when I was not a single mom, my husband was out of town many weekends. One particular soccer dad would appear at my car as I parked. He would re-tie my daughter’s cleats if needed and carry my chair and the cooler of snacks while I loaded my new baby in the stroller. My mind came back to the present.
“Be right back.” I said to my six year old as I hopped up and took the high chair from the young mom. “Let me help you with this. Where do you want it?” “Way over there.” she said and pointed to a table against the wall. I lifted the chair as high as I could so it would fit through the space. I sat it down at her table, touched the sweet baby on her head and said “There you go.” as I returned to my child and our lunch.
I am not bragging. What I did was tiny. It took little effort and cost absolutely nothing. But I did wonder about all those other people in the restaurant. All those who had obviously just come from church. This 20-something mom had three friends sitting with her, though no one else had kids. No one else had offered to help. Maybe they didn’t notice her struggle – it was crowded. Or maybe they just didn’t get it because they have never been there.
I have been there and I knew.
Where have you been? Is it somewhere that others are now? Is there something you can do to help them through? How is God using where you’ve been to show His love today?