This seventh day of December found me in need of some goodness, as my body feels like it is fighting off another attack of germs, with a dose of anxiety thrown in, just to keep me on my toes and on the proverbial pins and needles. Fortunately, for me, I didn’t have to look very far for the goodness that I was seeking, as I found it in the form of my youngest daughter. She is living proof that charity begins at home.
While both of my daughters are loving and caring young ladies, my youngest daughter is truly one of the most compassionate and kindest people I know. My daughters are among my greatest teachers, and I joke about wanting to be more like them when I grow up. Truth be told, I really do. During a season, when many children are making long Christmas lists and counting down the days until said gifts are opened, I found my daughter preparing to celebrate Christmas in a different way.
She busied herself gathering her gently used toys, books, and clothes to donate to a local charity that serves families in need, and she took great delight in making Christmas cards for some of our special friends. She also volunteered to help me finish up some household chores. She did all of these things without any prompting from me or anyone else, and she did not do them to garner attention or praise. She did so simply because she seizes opportunities to help others and to make other people’s days better and brighter through her small acts of kindness. I cannot speak for the other recipients of her kindness, but I know that she certainly made my day better.
Just one thing each day . . .