The Mommy Store

The Mommy Store

From Chicken Soup for the Latter-day Saint Soul

The Mommy Store

And he spake unto the multitude, and said unto them: Behold your little ones.

3 Ne. 17:23

I truly cherish the once-in-a-lifetime moments when the world comes to a standstill—when time magically slows to a halt, creating a place where everything seems to move in slow motion . . . those times when the veil between Heaven and Earth seems to become equal, just for a split second. This was one of those moments.

Walking through the crunchy leaves scattered about the earth on an autumn afternoon, my four-year-old daughter slipped her little hand into mine as we walked along the trail. The palette of autumn’s color bathed our eyes and enveloped us with wonder, as if every little leaf we gathered became a priceless treasure of discovery for my daughter. As she collected an armful of glorious clutter to toss in the air she squealed with delight and looked up at me with her chocolate-brown eyes and casually exclaimed, “Mommy, I’m so glad I picked you for my mommy.”Without skipping a beat, she tossed her treasure of leaves into the air, throwing her head back as nature’s bounty came twirling down onto her sunlit laughing face.

I watched her for a moment, sort of caught off guard by her confident statement, and asked, “You picked me?”

Bending over to pick up another armful of leaves, she glanced up at me as if she had forgotten I was there. “From the mommy store in Heaven,” she stated, as though I didn’t remember.

“You must remind me,” I urged her on. “I really can’t remember what it was like.”

She threw her arms heavenward with an excited squeal, allowing the ritual to enthrall her once again like it was the very first time she had done it.

“The mommy store in Heaven. All of the mommies were lined up, and you were the last one. I picked you because you looked at me and smiled at me, and I liked your smile,” she casually stated, persisting in her task of filling her arms, and as if Heaven and Earth had no boundaries in her little world.

She left me standing speechless as she continued in her next repetition of childhood delight. The air about me became silent; I literally could have heard a pin drop. Everything enveloped my soul in slow motion; even the laughter seemed distant, echoing through my head like a faraway dream.

I slowly bent down, facing my little angel, interrupting her next move and gathering her into my arms. “I love you so much!” I whispered, nestling her against my neck. She giggled and threw her head back with laughter as it tickled her. “I am so lucky to have you as my daughter! Thank you so much for picking me in Heaven to be your mommy. I am the luckiest mommy in the whole world!” I told her as I helped her find another armful of delight.

At that moment, I truly saw Heaven in her soul-piercing eyes, and I knew without a doubt that I would remember this once-in-a-lifetime moment into the eternities. It was a place where Heaven and Earth intertwined as one, just for a split second, allowing us to step into and experience the bonds of an eternal, awe-inspiring connection.

Lisa May

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