I am very lucky as a mom to be able to watch my children grow into wonderful adults. Two out of the best and one standing on the edge. Poised to jump off and spread her wings. They are all heading to parts and life unknown. And it's totally cool to watch them.
I sent this photo of this tiny orchid to a former religious education student because he gave it to me two years ago and it continues to live and grow.
A short email reply was sent but also a donation was made to the Pan Mass Challenge. From a 17 year old. A young man. A student. I send emails all the time with my signature file. Once in a very blue moon someone comments. Maybe I got a donation last year. I send requests to companies, our landlord at work who I see everyday, and other business acquaintances. I'm looking for $10, $20.... Not hundreds...
You never know how your actions truly impact those around you. But we get glimpses. Like this one...
After a town history lecture an acquaintance and past sponsor to my Pan Mass Challenge efforts came up to me to chat. We talked about the event, teaching, work, the church, the girls and finally she mentioned the PMC. She asked to whom should the check be made out. I said the PMC. And thank you.
For a while now I was thinking this is my last ride. It's a lot of work to train and to raise the funds. I'm done. But then this happened yesterday.
A bit of backstory: After the last two rides I place my ride pin on her husband's grave. My post PMC ride takes me through the cemetery where I stop and pay my respects and leave my pin.
Yesterday when we were chatting my friend mentioned that she took last year's pin "in" before the snow and she is waiting for this year's pin. Truly I can't disappoint her.
I am completely baffled and amazed when I go into a public restroom, used strictly by adults, and I find discarded tissue on the floor. These are other adult women. Mothers who clean up at home. Ladies who find it utterly crazy that someone else would leave a mess for them to pickup in their kitchen, bathroom, living room .
So why a mess here? You would think people would be more considerate. That they would think along the lines of: I dropped it. My mother doesn't work here. I should pick up after myself.
Lordy, the grades on parenting are due out, and I am a risk of failing. How do I know? Came home from work today and the kitchen was a mess. Two daughters home and the only way I know they are here is there are more dirty dishes on the counter than when I left.
Am I failing? I'm shocked by their lack of community. It's not the example I attempt to set. Maybe I'm too much all for one and one for all. For I pitch in and pick up when I see it.
After a 12 hour hectic work day.... dishes are not the first thing I want to see when I cross the threshold.
Maybe it will all sink in when they are on their own. I may be entitled to an extension.
My career affords me endless opportunities to be kind. I interact and connect with great people all day and into many nights. It's business. I know that. But there are drivers in those trucks. Owners and dispatchers supporting that driver. Shippers making product. And receivers needing that product. All people that I am so fortunate with which to work.