Yesterday was my birthday. It was a good day. I took the kiddo to daycare (his first day in a new classroom- he was so. excited.) and then grabbed the dog and headed up to the mountains for a long trail run. No ipod or cars to distract me. Just my breath... my heart beating in my now 33 year old chest...my footfalls hitting the dirt trail in a rhythmic, hypnotizing beat.
I also got a lot of gifts. From the Husband, a Nike Sportband, something I'd asked for and will use almost daily. From parents and parents-in-law, money for clothes. I've gone down almost 3 sizes since this whole running nonsense started and none of my fall/winter clothes really fit well anymore, especially pants.
The most touching gift, however, was one from a person I barely even know. In my volunteer job see this woman, we'll call her Shannon, from time to time- a single mother who works two jobs to support herself and an infant son. I've been privileged enough to share information with her a few times and I feel like I've helped her have a successful breastfeeding experience so far. She also sells farm-fresh (delicious) eggs to help make ends meet (which I am SO GLAD we buy- no salmonella worries for us!).
Anyway, we don't know each other too well but Shannon noticed on facebook that it was my birthday. While most friends, and frankly even close family were content with a "Happy Birthday!" on my wall, I got a text from her yesterday saying simply "I have a present for you! I'll bring it by tomorrow."
Today, she came by my day job with her baby (soooo cute) and presented me with a card. Inside of it was $6 in cash. "It's not much," she said. "But I wanted to get you something and I know you said you were asking for money from your parents for clothes."
Honey, you just gave me Everything.
I hugged her. Told her how sweet it was, realizing that this small amount could very well represent almost an hour of work for her. I never thought about refusing it...that seems insulting after she went to so much effort. As she drove away, I teared up a little, wondering if I will ever bring myself to spend this hard earned, selflessly given $6.
I'm still not sure.
1 comment:
That is incredible. It is the grown up version of the kid who cleans out their piggy bank for you.
You could use it to support another female business owner, maybe at a craft fair or something, get something small to remind you of her gift.
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