Tis the season to do the kind gestures for others, right? You hear the stories about how someone tips a waitress a crazy amount of money or a team at a company pitched in to get their co-worker a car since he walks to and from work every day. Those are big ones and not everyone can do the big ones but the small ones go far too.
Here’s the thing…
Moms have bad days.
Everyone has bad days.
Kids even have bad days.
We had a bit of a “grinch” situation this week that my husband and I are trying to wrap our heads around. Instead of staying stuck on that rotten moment, let me share one with you that still makes my heart feel warm even months later.
When I first started back to work after my maternity leave I was having all the feels of mom guilt. I cried multiple times in the first few weeks for obvious reasons.
There was a moment that stands out in my mind and will for a long time. It was the kindest gesture, yet so small during this tough time when I had to stay late at work one night within the second week back to work. I was getting used to my new routine and my mom had picked up my son from daycare. I was riding the subway back home nearly in tears the whole way guilting myself about working and my son having someone else care for him.
When you get on and off the subway you scan your ConnectCard that carries a balance of funds to ride daily and when I was attempting to scan my card, it read an error and stated I had no funds. I always carry a $5 bill in case it does this to be sure I can pay without having to go to the machine to load funds. As I went to put it in the machine, the driver had put his hand over it not letting me pay. He smiled at me and said, “have a nice night.”
(No one go tell on him if you know they do this simple act for people!)
I had the money, but he has no idea how his gesture of being so kind to let me get those extra seconds back to my day to get home to my son meant to me. He had no idea I just had a baby and recently started back to work. He had no idea how I made myself feel for being a working mom. He knew nothing about me yet he did something so small to make my day a little brighter without even knowing it. I held it together long enough for him to drive past then I lost it and cried walking to my car.
My point is, especially with the giving season here, go ahead and do something nice for someone else. No matter how big or small the gesture, it can mean so much to someone.