September 23, 2019
Bridgette Wilson, Social Worker
First day of fall, y’all!
Fall at my house usually means two things, and two things only: harvest and allergies. It’s a guarantee.
I got a text from my husband Adam today telling me what he wanted for dinner. I’m usually on top of things and have everything planned the day before, but I’ve been kinda slacking with so much going on. I was pretty stoked that he actually told me, because like any other American couple, it’s “I don’t care, what do you want?” It cracked me up when I got to the end of the text when he told me he just wanted Benadryl for dinner and Benadryl for dessert. Poor thing, he was asleep by 7:30 tonight. He could barely hold his head up at the table, and as our son Jack was chowing down with us on some spaghetti, Adam sneezed several times. To our surprise, Jack replied, “Bess-yoo!” after every time Adam sneezed, and seemed genuinely concerned that Adam was having an allergy fit. Adam was trying not to continue sneezing with a mouthful of spaghetti so he could hear Jack’s response. Please tell me y’all can see that happening with your mind’s eye?
This sweet/funny moment at the table caught my breath. I can’t tell you how many times I have prayed for Jack to be gracious, courteous, and a respectful young man. Maybe this event was happenstance, he might grow to tear the sheetrock off of the walls. Who knows? (Maybe that would come in handy if I wanna go all Chip & Joanna!) But in that moment, my eyes teared up. I caught myself literally holding my breath, with my hand on my chest, and looking Adam in the eye - between sneezes, of course. Ever been so proud of your kid(s) that it made you cry? At not quite 18 months old, my sweet baby boy showed kindness.
In my few months of serving at Big Oak Girls’ Ranch, I have been honored to witness so much kindness. So many private donors giving away what they could use for themselves to turn the life around for a child in need. And it works. For almost 45 years at the Ranch, kindness has worked. Around 2,000 children have had a chance that they would otherwise not have, because of kindness. Right here in Alabama, y’all.
Kindness speaks when you get to the drive-thru window with intentions to pay for the person behind you, only to find that the person in front of you paid for yours. Kindness speaks when you pay someone a compliment, give a random gift just because, or when you send a random text to wish someone a good day.
My Heavenly Father spoke to me in kindness tonight through my toddler son. God must be so proud when His children show kindness! I wonder if He gets all teary-eyed when he sees His children showing true kindness to one another? I wonder if it stops His daddy-heart like Jack stopped my mama-heart tonight? I would like to think that God gives us an ‘attaboy or ‘attagirl, because He loves us and cares for us individually and so deeply. I have found that when I’m struggling the most, making an effort to show kindness to others, even when I don’t feel like it or don’t want to, changes my entire perspective. Kindness is a fruit of the Spirit, and it can literally change the world.