It’s a good thing I don’t write to earn my keep. If that were the case I’d be starving based on my last blog post. Writing is indeed an outlet for me, but it is also a privilege—one I’m not often afforded. The tradeoff is rich, however. Our little tribe has lived a rather full life over the past few months. Not full by the world’s standards, but full in the meaning of life. We’ve shared a lot of quality family time, and Jackson and I have had a lot of special mama-son adventures too. Throw in work and household responsibilities and well, you know what I mean. Time escapes me.
Summer is fast approaching. I recently finalized our summer schedule. This is something new for me. A summer “schedule” isn’t something I’ve had the luxury of planning in the past. However, Jackson has reached some major developmental milestones in the past year, so blessedly some opportunities have opened up to him.
One such opportunity is a weeklong day camp someone has very unexpectedly and graciously presently to Jackson. The offer was completely unsolicited and I cannot express in words how very grateful I am at the prospect of this camp.
Over the years I have received countless empty promises of assistance and help from friends and acquaintances. These empty promises, combined with the general disappearance and/or absence of folks I once counted as friends, have left me jaded to say the least. I’m no longer bitter about it (admittedly I once was), it’s just a fact of life I imagine most parents of children with varying challenges face to one degree or another. Once I accepted the exodus of these folks from our lives it freed me to be self-sustaining. All this to say, opportunities such as this camp haven’t been extended to us in the past. Every activity Jackson participates in has been a hard fought victory for which I’ve groveled and even shed a few tears. Victories I do not take for granted for nary a second. I was and still am blown away by this mere acquaintance’s gracious invitation.
I profoundly expressed my gratitude while speaking with her to complete the initial paperwork. She downplayed the situation, stating she believes the world needs a stronger sense of community—something I wholeheartedly believe and try to live out daily. The world would be a much better place if we all stepped out and stepped up to help those around us. This may be something as simple as surprising your coworker or employee with a coffee or asking your neighbor if they need something at the grocery story. Kindness and generosity don’t have to break the bank, and are oftentimes something as simple as holding the door for someone or saying, “Thank you,” to someone who opens a door for you.
So I emphatically say, “Thank you, kind woman,” for taking a chance on our son. It’s going to be a great summer. My heart tells me so.