My summer vacation has come to an end. I am back at school, and trying to return to some semblance of a routine. My mind and my heart are there; my energy level is trying catch up.
My break lasted longer than I anticipated. I am afraid I underestimated my time away. The last few days I've thought a lot of how to return to my blog. What might my subject be. It feels as if I am back at the beginning.
My book group is back together for another year of reading. I've been spending time in the kitchen baking, canning and experimenting. There have been home projects and family events. I've created these posts over and over in my head, but as so often happens my returning post comes from an unexpected voice.
Yesterday I shared a favorite book with my children during story time.
The book, How Full is Your Bucket, (I may have written about this book before) is a book I use to begin a discussion about being kind to one another, sharing and being a good friend. The perfect story for the beginning of the school year as we are meeting up with old friends and making new ones. The basic premise is by treating others with kindness, both the giver and the recipient are filled with joy and good feelings
(filling one's bucket).
Just as I finished the story and was preparing to ask for suggestions on how to fill our own "bucket" and that of our friends, one of my boys raised his hand,
"Miss Bonnie, when you do nice, nice comes back to you".
We continued to chat about sharing and being nice to one another. The children had fabulous ideas, but it was the "when you do nice, nice comes back to you" that continued to echo in my head throughout my day.
I mentioned earlier I am still working on building my day to day stamina...keeping up with preschoolers, wow! We are all adjusting to a new school year, and becoming reacquainted. At the end of the day all I really want to do is come home, take a shower, and settle in with a good book.
Yesterday afternoon was no different. The afternoon was hot and the playground dusty. By 2:30 I had wilted, but there were errands. I had also volunteered to help serve dinner to families who are currently in transition and in need of a helping hand. Leaving school and feeling a bit bedraggled all I really wanted was to have my day finished. As much as I didn't want to do anything, I knew I needed to follow through with my commitments.
By the time I reached the hosting Church, I had revived a bit, and was looking forward to being a small part of this worthwhile program. These are families who are working to pull themselves out of an unfortunate situation.
As I entered the dining hall I was immediately greeted by a young girl of about eleven.
"Hi, my name is ....."
I greeted this happy girl, held out my hand and introduced myself.
"It is nice to meet you."
She reached over, grasp my hand, but her big smile quickly faded
as she released my hand and darted around the table toward me,
"I don't do handshakes...
I do hugs!
and threw her arms around my waist.
I hugged her back, and said,
"I'm always good with hugs".
You know my little guy was right this morning...
"When you do nice, nice comes back."
Yes, it does!
And, I slept well last night!