Today I struggled with coming up with a topic for today’s post. I started my day by opening up a bill in excess of $1000 that I was totally not expecting. That put me in a sour mood, so I put off writing. I wanted an authentic gratitude post, not one that felt forced. I went about my day, washing dishes, knitting a Christmas present, supervising kids after school, and then attending E’s and A’s school concert. Eventually, I realized that my inspiration for today was that my son is a very kind-hearted and generous boy.
My inspiration finally struck as I walked home with E. My husband had put A up on his shoulders and strode home when she announced she had to pee. I was urging E on because I needed to pee, too. I said we needed to get home where it would be warm, and he sadly remarked that not everyone’s home was warm. Thinking that he was referring to the low temperature at which we keep our thermostat, I clarified. “What do you mean, honey?”
“I mean that not everyone’s home is warm. Some people have no home.”
“Yes, that is true. Do you want to do something to help them?”
“What would you like to do?”
“Buy them a home.”
“That isn’t in our budget right now. What else?”
“I still want to buy them a home.” My son is a very generous and tender-hearted boy.
“We could go through our coats and snow pants and donate all the ones that don’t fit you guys right now and the extra ones we have.”
When we got home, he discovered the donation request that arrived in the mail just that day, asking for support of the local homeless shelter. He asked me for a pen (I could only find a pencil) and he started filling it out. When he got to the section to choose a donation size, he first wrote in $1000. I told him that wasn’t in our budget this year. He then tried $250, $100, and we settled on $25. Our budget is tight, but I could see that it was really important to him to help anyone who had no home.
E has always had a kind heart. When he was in kindergarten, he came home talking about Columbus. I remarked that Columbus started the genocide of the Natives, and tried to explain it to him in terms appropriate for a 5-year-old. He was horrified.
That next summer, he started his Mother Earth Club, in which he and I picked up trash from alongside the road as we walked to and from summer school. He understood that throwing trash on the roadside hurts Mother Earth, and he wanted to help her.
I am so grateful that my 10-year-old son has such a big heart. I am glad he has learned the value of taking care of others who need help. May I never squash that desire in him with my own inner demons of financial worry. I pray that he holds on to it as he grows to a man. I am so proud to be his mother.