I think it was Craig Harris, one of my former students (and band members) who first gave me the nickname Mama T. I’m not sure if it was because he thought I was “motherly” to all my students – sorry people I can’t help it, I have 4 younger sisters who I mothered before I had a chance to develop any other ways of interacting with people.
The name also may have stemmed out of a faith statement, as I know that around that time I had my first miscarriage – how devasted we all were (it had taken a couple years for Chris and I to get pregnant, it seemed that so many were in agreement with us to have a family). I remember those precious students lifting us up in prayer, and i also remember how happy many of them were to find out 3 1/2 years later when our oldest son Lucas arrived…. those faith-filled times still ring out as some of my best years of living and loving.
So the name, Mama T, well for some of them, and for me, it stuck.
Those 5 years or so of working with the bible college students and Pastor Paul, were definately some of the best years of my life – professionally, personally, spiritually. They were truly special. I still think of so many of those students often, and pray for them and love to hear from them too. I think I grew more and faster than any other period in those years too. They were often exhausting, exhilarating, frustrating, fabulous, inspiring and just plain awesome times…
I believe that I’m on the cusp of another one of those periods of time in my life (I just need to figure out which side of yes I’m on) – never mind if you don’t get that, I do – and this post is mainly for me 🙂 So for some reason, I’ve got a new generation calling me Mama T – and that’s alright with me.