“Blessed is the hand that giveth” says the Bible and what a wonder when that hand is a little hand. Yes! little hands that shares everything they have. At a young age though from a humble family I learnt to give. I love kids so much, so I learnt to give them care and love. I help raised my older siblings kids. What joy it gave me then being at that age trying to be a little mum. I also learnt to save my pocket transport money by walking long distance to school, which I use to get my younger sister and my nephew gifts that are appealing to me.
Over the years I have continued to give not only gifts but time, love, listening ears, a shoulder to lean on, shelter what have you. All have not turned out pleasantly, I have been hurt, battered and shattered by even those I raised. Recently as I spoke with someone who knew me and he asked me if given a chance to go back in time, would I still do all I have done before? Without hesitating or blinking I told him, yes I will. Even though these nephews and nieces I raised have hurt me so badly but there are still the ones who appreciates every moment of it and it gives me great joy. Not everyone would appreciate but yet I still believe it is good to be good and do good.
Indeed! I will and I am not only still doing what I know and will continue to do my little urn is doing just that too. I laugh each time this angel shares toys with others, remind me to buy something for someone or tell me how we need not waste food because many are hungry. Its amazing indeed, I know they are never too young to learn to give.
Giving comes natural and it must not be in gifts alone. like my little one says it might be a just pat on the back, a show of love. taking time to ask how someone is feeling or sharing few moments to talk to someone, which my little one is known for in my neighbourhood. This little angel makes the older folks day, every moment he spends talking to them. Its really funny when I watch him tell them about things that we might call trivial like a butterfly, a bird, the sun, the day, their dogs about school or just little things and the smile he gives melts their hearts. Its the end result that always bring tears to my eyes, after it all they remark on how he has made their day by coming to talk to them.
For the young ones, I feel they are not too young to give. Now he is busy packing little boxes he got from the church with items specially picked and bought by him for kids in other countries and I see the joy with which he is doing this. He first packed one of these boxes when he was three and since then, every year around this time he gladly collects to pack with items bought or owned by him.
They are never too young, let them start now to give. For it is more blessed to give. Cheerio!!