Once there were two little froggies
I turned my hands, palms upward, and said help me give today. I was in the shower trying to wake myself up and clean off the busy. We had one day left with the vehicle we'd used for our roadtrip and I wanted to do something good with it like their mission with Hometown Heroes.
But in all honesty I was failing miserably. My best attempt earlier in the week: being too exhausted to even plan a play/coffee date, I drove to a friend's house, slipped a book and Starbucks card in her door, and was off. Hoping it was enough. And vowing to do that more often, instead of nothing.
I ended up taking the kids to the zoo on this final day, which was probably selfish encouragement on my part. It's what I needed. The drive was breathtaking. The kids led the way, zigzagging from animal to bird off our normal course. We sat on a bench to eat our popcorn and snow cones and a lady came right up to me and asked me for a dollar. My opportunity to give, so I reached in my purse and handed her one. (Then she came back a few moments later and asked for another, and I said no. And I felt both annoyed and guilty. If I could go back in time I would have given her all I had. I feel like that was what I should have done.)
The past few days have had me groggy and tangled in my puppet strings. It's like at the beginning of summer I set out all the plans and to-dos and then wound myself, nudged off into the motions, but my heart has had a heck of a time keeping up.
During our river cabin stay, Gray was on constant search of these little frogs that were all around us. These tiny little woodland creatures. We emptied the box from our plastic forks and he made a home. One escaped under the deck when not in careful grasp, and the other kept playing dead until he wasn't playing any longer.
Gray was heartbroken to say the least, as five year olds do, and so we made a big deal about it, too, as if he'd lost someone very close to him. He decided on a quiet burial at sea, and shed real funeral tears. I hugged him and let him cry.
and then there were none
So, as I'm trying to be more intentional with my encouragement and do-gooding every day (and finding that it's not easy in this already not-easy life) it doesn't mean I won't keep trying. Most days it will be in the form of a smile to a stranger, an email, a hug while you just cry or maybe a text or a comment on Facebook. Other times I will hopefully sit myself down and handwrite it out and take a walk to the mailbox.
And some days I'll be the one receiving-
-this time to catch, instead of release.
Hallmark has never asked me to do product placement here but I personally wanted to mention that I take comfort in having a stack of cards, stamps, and a pen in a designated spot on hand, because if I have to make a special trip it's probably not going to happen. Even better are the pre-paid postage cards. Win win.
Go forth and encourage!
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