Not like the Bloods and the Crips, but a gang nonetheless.
I was driving awhile back and there was a big burly dude on a hog of a motorcycle in the lane next to mine. His engine was so loud it literally rattled my insides when we were at a red light together. When the light turned green, his bike roared to life and rumbled along with the flow of traffic. As we drove on, another motorcycle was approaching us on the opposite side of the road and as we closed in on each other, I noticed they cooly lowered their hands, almost as if on cue.
Two bikes passing in the sunset, “Hey man, I see you. I feel you.
Are a brotherhood.
I was a little jealous.
In my inside voice I whined, “I wanna cool hand signal!!”
They all have a unwritten code of connection.
Teachers…well. We got a union! No cool secret handshake there. Oh well.
Last summer Max and I were up to our necks in the deep end when one of his classmates walked by and excitedly said, “Hey Mrs. Banks! How’s it going!?” Max, who literally was 2 inches to my right, shouted out, “Oh hey! Notice me!!” This kinda snapped the attention of the other boy who said, “Oh hey Max! What’s up?”
It was too late though.
The damage was already done.
And the hurt of being overlooked by a peer was already there.
As adults, It still happens you know.
How often am I at the store and see a fellow parent out and about and they pretend like they don’t see me?
In fact, it happened at the ball park just last week.
I knew she saw me.
I smiled at her.
She kept walking.
Apparently too good for a quick hello.
I wanted to step in front of her and shout, “Hey! Notice me!”
I wanted to say, “Hey! You’re a mom just like me! You work in a school! Just like me! Hey, you think you are better than me…but you aren’t! We both get diarrhea and say cuss words to stupid people and try our hardest to raise children in this insane world! I see you, so SAY HI BACK TO ME!”
I wanted to sulk.
Because you know, if she was going to act like a 6th grader then I would too…
But instead, I put my big girl panties on and enjoyed my son’s game. 🙂
The next day when I saw her again, I smiled my biggest Greenup County smile and called her by name as I said “Hi” to her. Because I saw her and I wanted her to know it.
I could give two craps what she thinks about me.
I’m not going to be that girl.
Because in the eternity of it all, I serve a God who is El Roi; The God who sees.
I don’t serve the moms at the ballpark.
I don’t serve the mom who still holds a grudge against me for something she thinks my son did to her 7 years ago at Kindermusik. The same mom I pass everyday at the primary school who ignores my smile and “hi” Every. Single. Day.
You might be overlooked by a spouse, a friend, a parent or a co-worker.
You might think that what you do every single day doesn’t matter because no one notices it.
But I’m here to tell you, that I serve a God who knows the hairs on my head.
Who knows when I sit and when I stand.
Who knows my words before I speak them.
He knows my heart.
He knows your heart.
He sees you.
He sees what you do, day in and day out.
So let’s join a brotherhood of people.
A gang who may have been overlooked but don’t care anymore because it’s not about them.
It’s about Him.
And He, doesn’t require a fancy bike, cool gear or even hand signal.
He’ll take you just like you are.
Oh, and know if I see you out at Kroger, I won’t ignore you.
And neither will He.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.