Stewardship: A Way of Life

Stewardship: A Way of Life

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DID YOU NOTICE?

Last weekend I attended a birthday party for my now 9 year old grandson.  I have not in the past discussed my family or friends in this  bulletin column.  So here goes…..

Everyone that I have ever come in contact with has the most brilliant, kind, handsome, friendly, well, mannered, etc. child or grandchild.  I am no different.  They are all great and the joy of my husband and my lives.  At this particular party we were all asked to express a thought about this 9 year old boy, whom we all love.  As his smile grew bigger and bigger, he thoroughly enjoyed the compliments and the ribbing by his brother and cousins.  As we went around the table, I could not help remembering an incident when he was 4 years old, a sign of whom he was and of whom he would continue to be.

I had the pleasure of picking him up at preschool quite often.  After several trips I came to know his teachers and several of his classmates and friends.  I would come early and watch the goings on from the hallway.  I noticed at one point a very small girl, who seemed unusually quiet and did not easily join the action.  This situation continued every time I was there.  Then I noticed that my grandson would often sit next to her at the table and especially during snack time.  From this observation came the story from his teachers.  This little girl had an eating disorder and never opened her lunch box or ate anything during class. She also had difficulty joining at table games.  My grandson noticed this and started to sit next to her and talk to her during snack time. Finally, he asked her what was in her lunch box.  He got her to open it and they would discuss the food therein.  Finally, he asked her if he could have something in her lunch box that he liked.  She gave it to him.  He then asked her, if she would like anything in his lunch box.  She eventually took something and ate it.  So began an opening of the boxes, a discussion of contents, and exchanges of foods.  He soon began to ask his mother to put into his box foods that she liked.  This continued all year.  And she started to smile when I saw her with him.  He was 4 years old.

Summer is over.  The real world and its schedules begin again.  And how will we greet it?  Will we notice any changes?  Will we notice the people around us?  Will we notice anything or one that needs help/attention and then do anything about it?  If someone 4 years old can make a difference, then how much more important and necessary is it for each of us to do the same and maybe more?  One of God’s greatest gifts to us is to live long enough to see our children grow and to be witness to our children’s children.  Thank you God.  I have seen and believe.

By Kathy Reilly