This summer, Gracie saved and saved her money to buy herself a fabulous new bike. Because she saved and saved her money to buy it, naturally when school started, she wanted to ride that fabulous new bike to get there. And if Gracie rode HER bike to school, Evie, of course, also wanted to ride her fabulous hand me down bike behind her.
All of this is well and good, except for the fact that Gracie is off like a rocket with her long legs and confident peddling, and Evie, still a beginner at two wheels…wibble wabbles. She is also still her very Evie self, so she is easily distracted by the interesting world around her and doesn’t always pay attention to whether or not she’s wibble wabbling into the middle of the street.
Which means that every morning the girls ride their bikes to school, I follow them on foot. Sometimes I wind up carrying Evie’s bike to the bike rack so she isn’t late (in theory, riding your bike to school would be faster, but for Evie, who stops and starts again several times along the way, it often isn’t).
One week, for three days in a row, the girls rode their bikes and I followed the wibble wabble. And for three days, when I passed a particular place on our route, I noticed a crumpled cigarette package on the sidewalk. For three days, I grumbled about it in my head.
“Sheesh. That’s not something I want to see.”
“People should be more mindful of their trash.”
“Why doesn’t someone pick that UP?”
It wasn’t until the third day, on the way home from dropping them off–now keep in mind that I walked to pick them up everyday too, so at this point I had strolled past that pack of cigarettes no less than 10 times–that I thought, “Oh. I should pick that up.”
For three days I grumbled about it. Ten times I walked past it. It took less than a few seconds to fix it.
I realized as I dropped the package into my trashcan that I probably do that–see something that needs changing and just assume that someone else will do the fixing–more often than I care to admit.
I’ve mentioned before that I struggle with this time of year a little bit because there are so many people who need help that I am unable to give because of our financial situation. I hate that I can’t give more in that way.
But I am reminded that I am presented with ways to good all the time. Sometimes it’s big things, and sometimes it’s just picking up the trash that someone else dropped.
Hopefully the next time the chance to do a good deed is dropped into my lap it won’t take ten times for me to notice.
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