My mom is having problems with memory. There are lots of stories. I’m not going to tell you them.
Instead, I want to talk about a couple things she does remember. She remembers to offer us coffee. And tea. Often. She remembers to set the table for as many people as she hopes will come.
What I mean is that even when she’s not clearly remembering some things, she is remembering to be hospitable. It’s a habit running deep in her muscle memory.
She remembers to talk to God about her family, deep conversations, specifically for us all. There is remarkable pleading from this woman. It is a habit running deep in her heart memory.
I’ve spent a few days with her, watching these habits and thinking, “What are the things that I do without thinking, when there is nothing but habit to guide me?”
I’m pretty sure that I have checking email down pat. I can check twitter in my sleep. I’m pretty sure that I can sit and flip channels.
But I have been finding out in the past few days that my habit of crying out to God isn’t nearly as habitual as it could be. As would be helpful.
I’m 52. I’ve got some years, perhaps, to be building habits that my heart and body will rely on when I begin to lose my capacity to make decisions. There is still time to tell God each day that I’d like his guidance for that day. If I start today. And tomorrow. And Wednesday. And Thursday.
Because I don’t want our kids to be writing their version of this post and saying,
“My dad is having problems with memory. There are lots of stories. I’m not going to tell you them. But he does check email really well.”