Some days motherhood and ministry collide and some days they dance together, reminding me why I chose this journey. As a mother, I find it extremely difficult NOT to mother the children and youth who walk into my life. And I think that’s exactly the way God intended life to be.
One of my favorite times of the day at Touching Miami with Love, the urban ministry I serve as Assistant Director, is the late afternoon. It’s when our high school students who volunteer at TML come in from school to volunteer with our children’s program. Their energy and enthusiasm is always such a welcome treat with their fun, jovial ways. One by one or in small clusters, they pop their head into my office and call out, “Hey Ms. Pittman.” I enjoy seeing them, many of whom I’ve known since they were young kids in our program. We chat about school, their classes, and what’s going on in life. I find it’s pretty hard to turn off my mothering skills and it’s not uncommon for me to playfully tell a teen he needs a haircut or a young woman she needs to show less cleavage. Apparently, two of our boys were thinking of this and called out, “Hey Momma Pittman!” as they entered TML.
“What’s that about?” I asked chuckling.
“That’s your new name,” one of them said.
“Oh, okay. I like it.” I replied. Just then my husband Jason popped out of his office. Seeing him the other boy called out, “We should call Mr. Jason, ‘Pastor Jason.’”
“Yeah, Momma Pittman and Pastor Jason” said the first boy, laughing at the catchy new nicknames they created as they headed off to volunteer with the children. Jason and I caught each other’s eye and smiled. It was the best compliment they could have ever paid us.
Picking up my oldest son from high school an hour later, we were chatting when my cell phone rang. I answered on speaker phone. It was our program director calling, distraught, after a conversation with one of our youth whose family has been struggling with homelessness. The mom had been saying they were living in a motel room, but today the teenage daughter admitted they were really living in a warehouse–with sleeping bags on the floor and only cold water. This young girl, fearing her parent’s anger at revealing their secret, finally had to let someone know because she’s been in in-school suspension for several days for not having the mandatory school uniforms for in Miami-Dade County public schools. Hearing the news, I immediately thought of the resources and connections we had. Together, we started to develop a plan of action. When I finally got off the phone, I apologized to my son for having our conversation interrupted. “It’s okay Mom,” he said “That was really important.” We talked about trying to go to high school in those conditions and I’m grateful I didn’t shield him from such harsh realities.
Back home I retrieved my younger son from my next door neighbors’ house. As the homework routine settled in, I opened up my laptop to answer a few more e-mails before dinner prep. This particular night quickly picked up pace. After putting dinner in the oven, I high-fived my husband on my way out and his way in the door, calling, “Tag you’re it!” I was headed to our son’s PTA meeting. The situation was reversed an hour later as he left for Scouts with my older son and I picked up our younger son and headed to Target.
On our way I asked my nine year old son if he knew why we needed to go to Target. I explained, “Well, one of our boys in middle school has shoes that are falling apart and his mom said she can’t afford to buy them. A church has agreed to buy him shoes and we need to pick out a pair.” I shared that this growing boy wore a size 11 shoe and had asked them to be “colorful.” While we were there, I told him we were also going to grab some uniform clothes for the young lady from the phone call earlier. It was encouraging to see that he was up to the challenge and we had sweet conversation on our way to the store. Lucas usually hates shopping, even if it’s for him, so I was thrilled when he not only happily joined in the challenge of shopping, but insisted that we check the surrounding stores to find the most colorful pair of shoes.
In the checkout line, my phone began to ring. It was Sherry, an older adult I’ve been connected to since my very first month in ministry in 1995. Her first phone call nearly 20 years ago to the ministry offices where I worked led to six years of bonding over shopping trips, doctor visits, and pick-ups from the ER. Even after moving to Detroit and now to Miami, Sherry calls regularly to keep me abreast of her mounting health concerns and issues with her neighbors. Hating to be on the phone during checkout and ignoring Lucas, I assured Sherry that she wouldn’t get evicted from her apartment just because a neighbor spread lies about her when Sherry got her new motorized wheelchair before the neighbor did.
Hanging up as we walked out of Target, I found myself apologizing to my other son for the call interrupting our time. As he reached out for my hand he said, “I know, Mommy. You have a lot of people to help.” My heart swelled as I thought back to two other boys I love at TML calling me “Momma Pittman.” And I breathed out a prayer of thanks for the Lord allowing motherhood and ministry to dance together today.
A graduate of Baylor University, Angel Pittman serves as Assistant Director alongside her college-sweetheart husband, Jason, at Touching Miami with Love, an urban ministry in the historic African-American neighborhood Overtown (www.touchingmiamiwithlove.org). Angel’s education background shaped afterschool programs in Texas, Detroit and at TML as Children’s Director, creating the ToMorrow’s Leaders Program. Her passions are reading and writing about racial reconciliation, government policies and the poor, suburban and urban realities and raising children in the inner city. The Pittmans have two sons, Isaac and Lucas.
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So excited to find your blog! My husband is an outreach pastor and we are in the process of moving our family (myself, my husband, and our three young daughters) to “inner city” Decatur! We are looking forward to this transition in life and ministry, but I have not found many resources that speak directly to being a wife, mother, and ministry partner in an urban ministry setting.
So grateful to God that you found us! Angel Pittman, the author of that post, is an amazing minister and mother. You can find out more about the ministry she serves at http://www.touchingmiamiwithlove.org. She also wrote a powerful essay in our book, A Divine Duet: Ministry and Motherhood (http://helwys.com) about raising her kids in the inner city. Blessings as your family transitions to this new place to serve, learn and grow. We look forward to keeping up with you!