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Monday, October 28, 2013

Hero

       As we approach the month of November, it becomes important that we look at those to whom we should be grateful.  One of these individuals is the person who is the hero in your life.  Putting the label or tag of hero on a person is a rather intimidating task.  It begs to have the hero fall off his/her proverbial white horse.
       Nevertheless, we all have someone who has made a significant impact on our lives.  One such person is my grandmother.  Her name is Frances Murphy and she passed away about four years ago.  She embodied everything good.  I know this sounds like a rather lofty description, but she truly was one of the best people I ever knew.  She was raised with very little money.  She had very little in material goods.  As a young woman she attended school to become a preacher.   This was an unprecedented event given the time period.  She was the mother of six children and while raising her children, she worked multiple jobs: bus driver,  she worked in a hospital, she taught Sunday school.
These things made her an amazing person.  However, she is my hero because of her outlook on people and life.  I never heard my grandmother ever say an unkind word about anyone.  She accepted everyone and she loved unconditionally.  She taught me how to embrace people flaws and all.  For this, I am grateful. 
       Your blog for this ghoulish week: describe the hero in your life.  Who is this person, what makes them a hero in your eyes, and what have they taught you. 

Monday, October 7, 2013

The Little Things

      There are moments in life that remind us of what it means to be human.  We are born to die according to Shakespeare.  We are born, and then well, we die.  It is cliche to say it is what we do in the in between time; however, it is true.  Zac Brown writes in "Chicken Fried,"...it's the little things in life that mean the most."  I tend to agree with him.  It is the little things: the first kiss, the smell of my babies after a bath, the gentle paw of my new puppy, the laughter of my daughters when they do not know I can hear them, the smell of pepperoni rolls baking, a kind word from another person, a hug when it is needed... I could go on for a long time about all of the little things I appreciate.
      We often don't know how those little things can add up and mean so much to another.  This week's blog is a challenge.  I want you to do little things for others.  You do not need money or even anything material in nature.  All you need is the desire.  I challenge you to do one little thing for another person for seven consecutive days.  Now, each little thing does not have to be done for the same person.  It could be a new little thing for seven different people.  Or, you could pick one person and do something little for them each day.  The following is a list of possible ways to do something little: write a thank you note; do the dishes without being asked or another chore without being asked; take dinner to someone who needs it; offer a seat to someone who does not have one;  make someone some cookies or another type of food.  The options abound.  
      Once you have done your nice things, I want you to post about a nice thing done for you and how it made you feel.  Don't blog about what you did.  This is about how others made you feel.  
             My example:  When I was pregnant with my youngest daughter, my husband and I moved to a new neighborhood.   We did not know any of our neighbors since we moved in December and the cold weather kept everyone indoors.  By the time summer came, we still did not know many.  I knew that my next door neighbor had given birth to twins in April so she was very busy with taking care of her young ones.  I never met her until I had my youngest.  After I came home from the hospital, I was exhausted.  Two children is a different story all together after having only one.  I remember I was vacuuming the house when the door bell rang.  It was my neighbor and she had her arms full.  She came into my house bringing me two lasagnas, loaves of bread, salad, and dessert.  I was not sure what to say.  She just looked at me and said, "I thought you could use this." (or something like that.)  
             I have never told her this, but that day meant a great deal to me.  She is currently one of my best friends and it all started with a kind gesture.