It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.
My Hispanic son was adopted at birth...three years later we discovered he had Asperger's and later ADHD.
He had been handed so many challenges as soon as he came screeching into this world. We didn't know just how many more would land at our doorstep; we never knew how many dragons we'd have to slay over the years.
In my mind, I couldn't have envisioned the day when he would turn eighteen and graduate...not that I didn't have the
hope, we just worked so hard at getting you the resources he needed...I forgot to let myself dream about his future.
Flash forward and he's gotten his license, a used car, and is working for a "bakery" part-time. At the end of his shift, most of the baked goods are tossed in the trash...so he brings them home. Cases of them!!
Slowly we are finding resources that can use a "helping loaf of two" and fortunately, we bought an extra freezer during Covid.
When we share our abundance and accept gratefully, everyone is gifted. One of the greatest feelings in the world is knowing that we as individuals can make a difference...and teaching that to our children. <3
