sakes alive! it’s a meeeeeeeeracle!

One multimedia project on Geisha, complete with kimono and makeup. Check. Three math assignments. Check. Two Science worksheets. Check.  Done. Checked. Packed up. Ready for tomorrow morning. BOTH THINGS! Smiling Things!  Productive Things! See Dr. Suz do the happy dance.

sums it up

Actual, real life conversation in our happy home:

Thing Two: Are you kidding?!?!

Thing One: Yeah.

Thing Two: Are you serious?!!?

helping hands

To the Iraq study group:

word.

To the guy at the scene of the overturned car this morning:

Thank you for not hesistating. Thank you for knowing to put pressure on that vein. Thank for being willing to put towels right on the wound. Thank you for talking to the guy. I learned a lot from you today (not the least of which was not to try to lift a 2000 lb car when the guy is in it, not under it. Sheesh.).

Let’s hear it for Thing Two!

So, Thing Two wants to adopt someone for the holidays this year; bring a little something to someone’s life that isn’t as bright and shiny as hers. Okay, I get that. We talked about options. There’s the school for homeless kids, there are local church drives, there’s the food bank and there are those little cards at the mall with wishes from little kids who do without so much. We settled on the latter and trucked off to mall-land, a place I am willing to go 3 times/year, no more. So we find the table with all the gift tags and, huh. Lessee, there’s the one for a CD player, another for an iPod, and, hmmmm, games “for my X-Box”. Thing Two pointed out that SHE doesn’t have those things. I gave her a little speech about charity not having strings or judgement attached, but, huh. We decided to come home and talk to our neighbor about her church’s gift drive. I guess we were thinking along the warm coat, or nice book, or cuddly doll lines. It gave us pause and made us think both about our own perspective and what need might feel like for someone who has less.

When we got home, there was a post on a board I frequent about a soldier known to one of our members who will be spending Christmas in Fallujah. Bingo! Thing Two (with a little help) packed up a box of magazines, Red Bull, licorice, Snickers and chips. When we shipped it off yesterday, the guy helping us told us that his brother just got back from Fallujah and that our guy was really going to love his package.

So, maybe there’s a kid in town who isn’t going to get a game for his Xbox, but there’s a soldier in Fallujah who’s getting a really sweet letter and a big box of treats. That feels pretty good.

So today I’m thinking about hands. Helping hands, bloody hands, empty hands.