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Feb06

I Love Lucy

My daughter’s name actually means “bringer of light.”  However, I’m wondering if I should have named her something that means “bringer of love.”

Before I embark on this week’s story, I’d like to share with you just a couple of ways Lucy loves.  Whenever she sees a baby, she says “Aaaaaaawwwwwww!” for an unusually long amount of time.  When I criticize our elder dog because he is snappy and grumpy and barks obnoxiously, she is quick to his defense and reminds me that I am hurting his feelings.  Every school day she is roaming around the house looking for various things that she promised to bring for a friend: a new pencil, orange duct tape, minecraft creations made from Perler beads, candy for someone who couldn’t go trick-or-treating, to name a few.  The last day they had off of school, she hand created a scroll letter and mini vase of felt and pipe-cleaner flowers to surprise Karl and I with breakfast in bed and was nearly heart broken when she woke up to find Karl already gone for his morning run.  She is constantly carrying Gizmo around like a baby and then gently tucks him into his bed when its time for dinner.  And whether out of fear or affection none of us in the family leave her presence with out a hug, kiss, “I love you,” and sweet good-bye.  She is conscientious and kind; her compassion has deep roots already.  Perhaps that in itself brings light along with love to everyone she meets.

So, imagine this girl’s concern when we drive all around Seattle and at many, many intersections, stoplights or off-ramps, we encounter members of a large homeless population.  They sit in the in the rain and the cold holding signs and pleading for help.  For the longest time, I didn’t know an age-appropriate response to her inquiry of why we didn’t give them money.  I worked with this population for three years in a drug and alcohol addiction treatment center.  The general consensus is that giving them money is not particularly helpful.  However, food, warmth, kindness are allotted in spades.  So, with that explanation, Lucy then asked why we don’t give them food.  That was another question I had a hard time answering.  Until finally I said, “We could and we should.  I just need to remember to keep granola bars and water in the car.”  Subsequently, each time after that when she witnessed someone sitting at a stoplight with a sign, she would remind me.

Then, one day we had a surplus of protein drinks that we couldn’t fit on our shelves with a new load of groceries (the irony is not lost on me).  Those drinks then became the base for what would be Lucy’s new project.  That night she asked if we could go to the store to buy the rest of the supplies that might be helpful.  We brainstormed what we could fit in a gallon ziplock bag and she included needs and possibly wants, pleasure and something to pass the time.  Her kits include: a water bottle, a granola bar, a protein drink, a mini maze game, a sucker, and some Bazooka Joe bubble gum.

Walking back from the store with our loot, her energy and excitement was palpable.  She rushed in the door and began opening up packages and created a sort of mini assembly line.  Every minute she enjoyed arranging the bags, making certain each one had every time.  Lining them up in a row, counting how many she produced.  There were 16 bags in all.  We then decided to divide them up; 6 in my car and 10 in our van.IMG_5185

Since the genesis of her project, sadly, she has not gotten to hand out any of the bags, yet.  We live in a city where we don’t have to get in the car and go very far very often.  But, this week, I had the privilege of handing out two.  During my first experience, I noticed the awkwardness first.  Pausing too long at the stop sign.  Handing someone a bag that they may or may not appreciate.  For certain, they have no idea what’s inside, and may feel confused.  But after the pleasant exchange, I found myself looking in the rear view mirror.  I was delighted to see them opening the package and begin perusing its contents.  The second time, the awkwardness still lingered, but the kindness triumphed in the end.

I recognize that this gesture is not grand.  But it is more than anything I’ve ever done on my own accord.  To remind oneself, plan, prepare and package something for the mere chance of an opportunity to be kind requires more faith, hope and love than my numb heart allows for.  Someone wise said, “A little child shall lead them.”  My 10 year-old daughter, with her fresh spirit and fierce tenderness, softens my hard heart and leads me to kindness, compassion and action.  And that is just one of many reasons why I love Lucy.

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1 Comment

  1. LaRue

    She has a God heart which makes her Creator smile.

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