If you ever sang in a choir in NYS (and Western Massachusetts) you’ll immediately have the song in your head. Simple Gifts
Yesterday, my life was filled with many simple gifts.
One in particular touched my heart and those in my family.
My son’s shoes “disappeared” yesterday morning. A frantic search was undertaken. I, in desperation, reached out to a friend, with a call. “Is there any way he could have left them at your house?!” with a voice cracking from my tears of being overwhelmed.
My son had told me he had looked in my car, looked in his room, looked everywhere, but could not find them. “I’m so sorry Mommy for losing my sneakers.” tears starting to drip out. Hugging him then, I said, “It’s OK, now let’s try and find yours.”
So rooting though the garage and house, (Now he is already late for school and had missed the bus!) I had found an old pair of his brother’s, not too badly worn, so that he could get to school, but then floodgates of his tears opened.
Complaints of taunting and bullying, frustration and tears. Lots of tears. Lots of tears.
Gone were the worries about the sneakers and onto what was really the problem, the problem that only the lost shoes could bring to light.
Meetings, solutions and more tears the major issue solved by 10:30 am. Solutions, advocacy, his gaining a sense of empowerment.
Me, now exhausted and trying to save strength for a long trip later on to a wake out of town, I sat down to rest.
I thought and prayed, “Dear God, it has to be simpler than this? Why can’t we just enjoy one another, love one another, be kind to one another? Why does everything have to be a fight? Why is having new shoes so important? What is so wrong with the worn ones?”
I wanted a more simplified life. I wanted less stress. Less yelling. Less craziness.
Later on, driving with my friend, Miss Daisy, to the wake out of town, we laughed and laughed on our long car ride and then we passed an Amish horse and buggy filled with women! They looked at us and we looked at them. Miss Daisy said, “You know they’re not all that much different than us… but they are.”
Didn’t think much of it until I got home, weary after a 7 hour round trip.
A box, with a short note:
“There is a gift receipt in the box if you need a different size or want to switch to high tops. Thank you for being a great friend.”
A simple gift.
Oh yeah, before I left, I had found his sneakers in the back of my car.