You are probably thinking that looking through a bathroom junk drawer could be dangerous, but the one I chose held mostly half-used cosmetics, samples from Estee Lauder and Clinique, and some travel-sized bottles of shampoo and toothpaste. But I also found a small gold-plated heart-shaped box engraved with “To Mommy Love Brian.” It was a birthday gift from my son when he was two. I suddenly recalled his chubby-cheeked, toddler face with his fine blonde hair looking up at me with pride and love, and I melted.
Inside the box I found a broken gold bracelet, a pony tail holder, and a small round lapel pin – CEA Volunteer. “What’s this?” I wondered. The image on the pin was an outline of a mother and child. My mind went back and back and I recalled the time I volunteered as a nursing mothers’ counselor, trained by the Childbirth Education Association of Philadelphia. It seemed to me like a lifetime ago. It was an experience that not only was rewarding, but that gave me the opportunity to meet other young mothers and share ideas as my teaching career took a different path for a time - I coached, counseled, and became a trainer myself. It was also my first experience of belonging to a volunteer organization, and that has remained a constant in my life. I thought about all the experiences that combine to make us who we are, but that may manifest themselves differently at various points along life’s journey. Deep thoughts for a Sunday morning.