One morning as I was leaving for work, my mom and I had a very special interchange.
We live in Menlo Park, and I was headed north to San Francisco. My parents were headed south to Carmel for a bit of rest. “Have a great day, Mom! Thank you for having me… and now we’re going in different directions!”
“No, we’re not,” she said immediately.
I knew exactly what she meant. Our minds and hearts are going in the same direction. She’s taught me to be loving and kind. To follow my heart, and to do what I love to do. And to live rightly. And that is what she does with her life. She is so consistently, joyously serving others. I’ve never seen a better model of this.
And so, as we parted that morning, we went in the same direction.