The command came from the backseat, and it
came in a rather whiny, demanding tone. “I don’t WANT music!”, exclaimed my 2 ½
year old granddaughter, Adina. We were driving to my house for a play day, and
I had the radio on. I explained to her that we talk to each other in a nice
way, because we love each other. “Don’t forget your please” is something that I
remind both my granddaughters (and myself) at times.
This made me think of an extremely demanding
patient I once cared for. Did I mention that I’m a nurse? Anyway, this
particular patient kept requesting things in a brusque, rude manner. It seemed
each time I entered the room, I was met with commands. I was thankful that his
condition was improving, but honestly, this was getting tiresome. At one point
after he made yet another demand, I automatically responded, “Don’t forget your
please”. After laughing, I explained that I often babysit my granddaughters and
that is what I say to remind them that good manners matter. After a moment of
silence, my patient actually apologized. The rest of my shift that day became
much more pleasant.
As for Adina, later that day I was humming
when I heard her nicely ask me to “please turn the music off”. How she makes me
laugh! The reason I share this is because we all have the opportunity every day
to show kindness, even in the way we speak to each other. Even God exercises
kindness! Kindness counts and really does make a difference.
“’…I am the Lord, who exercises kindness,
justice, and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight,’ declares the
Lord.” Jeremiah 9:24
Since you are reading this, I figured
you might like to know who is writing it. If things had gone according to
Grandad’s plan, I would be Jim. That didn’t happen. Jim (my little brother) did
come along about 1 ½ years later, though. My mom was very pregnant with me,
about 9 months’ worth, when Grandad said to her, “Well, I guess Jim will be
here tomorrow.” Perhaps he thought that after two baby girls it was certain
that this next baby would be a boy. Instead of Jim, they got me. Sarah Eileen
Willis. That was my first name. My next
official name was and still is Sarah Eileen Riddle. I gained that by meeting
and marrying the love of my life, Mike Riddle.
I’ve collected many more unofficial
names along the way, as we all do. My latest name is Bebes (pronounced
Beebees). This is the name given to me by my two sweet granddaughters. My older
granddaughter, Senna, used to call me G-mom. Then Adina, her little sister came
along. Somehow Adina pronounced G-mom as Bebes, and so that is me. Senna is the
one who came up with the spelling. I love being their Bebes!
Each name we have carries its own
significance. Each name characterizes a special part of our life – mom,
daughter, friend, employee, co-worker, and on and on. I think that your name
does not define you as much as you define your name. What are your names
associated with? What do they make people think of? You determine that, and you
can change it! As for me, I aim to be the best Bebes possible, making happy
memories every chance I get.
“Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.” Psalm 9:10
Your name doesn’t define you as much as you define your name.