I rinsed the same colorful, plastic dishes with cut marks on them, that I have probably put in the dishwasher a million times. In the cabinet I saw sippy cups, that are rarely used these days.
I picked up tiny little toys and put back big toys where they belong. I swept up itty bitty Legos and dust bunnies. I was generous enough to take the Legos out before I threw the junk into the trash can.
Even though my children were at school I thought about them a ton. I spent so much time in the boys' room and closet, tidying, doing what a mother does for her little sons. As I organized their things I laughed a little to myself, wondering why I was even taking the time. But even if it only stayed that way for a bit, it was a good thing.
In my little girl's room, I cleaned up her play kitchen and her dollies. I loaded her grocery cart with so much pretend food. As I was placing the cheese and peppers and butter and waffles into it, I suddenly remembered a photo of me as a little girl, pushing my own, similar cart lots of years ago. What is it about little girls and pretend shopping? Just gearing up for the real thing, I guess.
Later that afternoon I pushed an actual cart through the aisles and aisles of food, list in hand. I placed so many of the same things in my cart that I do every week. The items I know they love because I love them.
In the checkout line the cashier and I chatted and she told me about how a lady earlier that day did not have enough money to pay for her 10 or so items and none of her credit cards would work. I started to get sad and think about how if I had been behind her I would have paid for her things and JUST in that same moment the cashier told me that the lady behind her did just THAT. My heart smiled and I decided I would tell this story to my babies, who will become grown-ups too someday. Grown-ups who I hope would offer to do just the same...