It’s early evening, and we are standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. In my hands, I hold a shopping basket filled with chicken and cheese and tortillas and an assortment of vegetables—lettuce and carrots and peppers and tomatoes and…a pack of gum?
I glance at my daughter Zoey as she hops from foot to foot beside me. “What?” she asks, making her eyes big, obviously knowing exactly what my look means.
I point to the gum, and she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s strawberry flavored,” Zoey says. “And you said we needed some fruit.”
I look back at basket. She’s right: the only fruit I see are three pink, cartoon strawberries dancing across the plastic gum wrapper. I sigh. In my haste, I’ve totally forgotten the bananas I need for my breakfasts and the blueberries Zoey requested for her lunches. Continue reading “Week 25: Weaving a Web of Intentional Kindness | Everyday Nostalgia”
#rememberreminder: Be Kind
Because our world is crazy, confusing, and complicated enough,
our Remember Reminder today is simple:
Kindness is such an amazing thing: it’s free, easy, and can make all the difference in the world to someone who really needs it. And since you never really know who needs it most, it seems like the easiest solution is to be kind to everyone. Continue reading “Remember Reminder #10: Be Kind”
The other night as my daughter Zoey showered (because, as she says, baths are so last year), I stood in the laundry room, surrounded by a pile of laundry. It had somehow missed the memo that learning to fold itself would be greatly appreciated; though in its defense, if I remember correctly, it had been washed and dried twice prior to me finally getting around to pulling it out of the dryer, so it was most likely tired from all that work…
And like that laundry, I, too, was tired. I was tired from a day of dropping off and picking up and sitting in traffic, of meetings and deadlines, of cooking and cleaning and dishes, and from the knowledge that after I put Zoey to bed, there would still be more work to do.
Down the hallway, I could hear the sound of Zoey’s soft, lilting voice. She was singing a song I wasn’t familiar with, and given the nonsensical lyrics the song contained, I was pretty sure she was making it up as she went along. Smiling, I began tackling the clothes, towels, and sheets. Continue reading “Week 6: Spread Warmth | Everyday Nostalgia”