Kindness

It doesn’t have to be a grand gesture.

A woman who is a tremendous baker brought a tin of cookies to my Mom.

When I walked in on Saturday afternoon my Mom immediately greeted me with the tin and said, “My friend brought these for me. They’re so good. She’s such a great lady.”

I put the coffee on and Mom made sure that I had a couple of the cookies. We marveled at the beauty of her lifelong friendship.

“She never forgets me,” Mom said.

And I could mention her friend’s name, but that would embarrass her…

…she’s just kind and that’s why she does it.

Kindness.

So simple.

And yet, as the older, ‘Get off my lawn’ guy that I’ve become, I argue that kindness is lost.

I try and be that way…

…doesn’t always happen…

…yet, I remember being a kid and it seemed that Saturday was the day reserved for kindness.

We had a huge yard.

I recall an uncle and a couple of cousins coming by to help Dad mow it.

My Grandfather was always swinging by with vegetables.

That same kind woman was dropping off cookies.

Kindness isn’t gone.

We’ve had friends help me out as Kathy battled health problems.

It’s always deeply appreciated.

“Have two more,” Mom said, as I sipped my coffee.

“No, those are yours,” I said.

“Well I can share,” she said.

My Mom has always been kind too.

It’s an amazing way to love.