Daily Archives: September 6, 2012

What Kind Gesture Need Be Grand

I thought this morning.  As I am apt to do on occasion.  I considered an idea for a post, a blog.  I wondered if I could do a little feature every day, and not even really ‘post’ it.  But document it on it’s own separate page.  I would call it something like “Something Good I Saw Today”.   I know, creative, right?

I thought about it while I got ready for work.  It passed through my thoughts a few times.  At one point I thought it was such a grand idea that I jotted it on a piece of paper and stuck it in my sunglasses case.   I hate losing brilliant ideas.

After I wrote it down it didn’t seem so brilliant.  By the time I got home I had lowered the potentialbility of this idea to a “nah”.   I rode my bike on a trainer.   I turned up a little sweat.  And the idea came to me again.  I couldn’t even think about what I would write about.  I thought back over the day and started to become a little sad that the idea was losing ground with me.   And nearly lost completely when I finally told myself as I picked up my computer to go out on the porch to write “nothing great happened to even write about today”.

Between the time I picked up my computer while processing that thought and taking fifteen or so steps to the rocking chair on my porch I was a little ashamed of myself.  How could I possibly think that absolutely nothing good or kind had been done in my presence today?

Why do only the greatest of gestures get recognition and thanks?  Have we, I mean…I, become so petty that every day kindnesses and thoughtful gestures are dismissed?  Expected as entitlements?

By now Husband has joined me on the porch.  Quietly perusing his own computer stuff.   This morning he made me a green smoothie to hand me as I walked out the door to work.  Just like he does every single morning.   He sent me a text or three during the day to say he loves me.  A friend sat across a desk from me and listened to my most recent lament, without judging me.  If she was judging me, she had the good grace to not let that stop her from hearing me out because she knew I needed to vent it.  Another friend later supported a difficult decision I had to make.

Through out the day I had people in and out of my path.  Hellos.  Smiles. Courtesy door holdings.  Pleasant exchanges.  It is a kindness when people are courteous and considerate no matter how many tens of times we pass in a hallway or doorway through out the same day.  The smiles may seem a bit frazzled and more tired by the end of the day, but they’re still there.

I get home and find a card sent to me and Husband from a young family. Thanking us for being so supportive of their first full year as a   family.

The grass is cut.

The spider web covered house is once again spider web free.

I have an email from a friend wanting to know if our plans are set for the weekend.

I have comments on my blog thanking me, or laughing with me, or sending me little smiley faces.

There doesn’t need to be grand gestures for kindness to matter.  I realize that the smallness of the act is grand in it’s consistency, it’s dependability, it’s impact on my every day.

Thank you.   For every small kindness you have ever extended, they all add up.  They all matter.   And in the end, they are grand indeed.

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