Christmas is over, and we're thinking ahead to a new year. A little looking back is called for. Sentimental me hangs on to what came before this moment. Tears! Always tears. Silly sentimental sister-me. Looking back doesn't require glasses. Peering into the future does require the one thing I lack: a crystal ball. So, for what it's worth, I'm open to what ever comes. Let what ever will be, simply be. And, so I will. Change is inevitable. I must remember to embrace it.
In just a few minutes I will write my last letter before January One. My last mail of the year came this afternoon, from students involved with the We Care Act. Remember it? Seems so long ago that I heard of the project. I was happy to be a part--do my part--try to make a difference. Months passed, and I forgot.
When I saw the envelope I couldn't remember what We Care Act was about. Maybe it's a sign that I try too much, if I can't remember who I try to help. Right? Sometimes I see an envelope from a group asking for more and I teeter on the brink of despair. The more you give, the more they ask for. I opened the simple, unadorned envelope with a twinge of reluctance, but my feelings changed when I saw the first letter.
My heart leaped! I was happy to have the envelope! I have wondered about those students, and teachers, from time to time. Never doubted I would get feedback, yet never expected to hear from them. It was over and done with--something done. We are judged by our intentions. Mine were good. I'd done what I'd been asked. Buttered bread cast upon the waters, comes back toast. See? It's true.
I think I wrote 12 letters, and included little Hello Kitty and other fun stickers, hoping they would brighten 12 lives, for at least a day or two. Or maybe my letters would bring hope to the lives of young children who had lost everything. Each letter says, "Your letter made me happy." They were written in June. Four of the five children's' names begin with or end with the letter M. Only one begins with the letter K. I like how they spell my name: Babi, Babbie, Babbi. They all thank me for my help. I'm not sure how I helped. No one asked for money.
So. My first letters of the new year will be written to the students who wrote to me. I will include more stickers, and I will include at least two surprises. Since I have no way of distinguishing male from female by their names, I don't know what to send. They're all 14. Please, will you help me? Emma, Misty, Patty, everyone? Any suggestions? What does a Limner send to 9th graders? Wow. What about the other hundreds? Perhaps I should something they can share? Help! Please? Thanks in advance.