Richer Than I Thought
An honest thought...
i was driving home last night past a laundromat. getting out of an old model, rusty, minivan was a family of 4. the kids looked to be around 8 or 9 and schlepping in big bags of laundry. as i passed them, i couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness that these kids had to go out on a cold wintery night, to a laundromat, to do their laundry and that this was obviously a family that didn't have much. after a few minutes though, and after replaying the image of the family in my mind, i remembered seeing the young boy running joyfully into the laundromat, with the big bag of clothes and that he seemed happy. this was a family doing something together and spending quality time. i started to feel bad about feeling bad in the first place. what about all the kids that don't have families that make time, to spend time together, let alone have clean clothes . i realzied then, that this was probably a routine family outing; one that the kids probably looked forward to, as well as the parents, and that this time spent, would probably play an important role in the develpement of these kids and their value of family. this family has more than many. as an old kid, i still love going home; just walking into the house, mom or dad's cooking, the old room.... there is nothing more familiar or comforting as that... just for a moment being a kid again, with no worries. the memories of home, are always only the good ones. i am sure when these kids grow up, that they will always look forward to going home.
at first i thought... poor, poor family but i soon realized that they are richer than i thought.
i was driving home last night past a laundromat. getting out of an old model, rusty, minivan was a family of 4. the kids looked to be around 8 or 9 and schlepping in big bags of laundry. as i passed them, i couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness that these kids had to go out on a cold wintery night, to a laundromat, to do their laundry and that this was obviously a family that didn't have much. after a few minutes though, and after replaying the image of the family in my mind, i remembered seeing the young boy running joyfully into the laundromat, with the big bag of clothes and that he seemed happy. this was a family doing something together and spending quality time. i started to feel bad about feeling bad in the first place. what about all the kids that don't have families that make time, to spend time together, let alone have clean clothes . i realzied then, that this was probably a routine family outing; one that the kids probably looked forward to, as well as the parents, and that this time spent, would probably play an important role in the develpement of these kids and their value of family. this family has more than many. as an old kid, i still love going home; just walking into the house, mom or dad's cooking, the old room.... there is nothing more familiar or comforting as that... just for a moment being a kid again, with no worries. the memories of home, are always only the good ones. i am sure when these kids grow up, that they will always look forward to going home.
at first i thought... poor, poor family but i soon realized that they are richer than i thought.
posted by Melechdaveed at 9:06 AM
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