Ken Feltman –
Earlier today I was thinking about some of the wonderful things that my grandmothers and my mother did to make my life – and others’ lives – better and happier.
I remembered a visit to our town square when the gardens were in bloom with spring flowers, most planted by my grandmothers, my mother and my aunt. Others were enjoying the flowers and one little girl asked if she could pick one to take home.
Her mother started to say no but my mother explained that some of the flowers in the center of the garden were overgrown and could be picked. The girl’s mother talked a bit with my mother and then took her daughter and walked to the center of the garden. There, the girl picked a daffodil and, with a big smile, gave it to her mother.
The little girl was so happy – and her mother was happy, too. Clearly, my mother was also happy. I forgot about that day until I read years later that the little girl – now a mother herself – was one of the volunteers who maintain that garden.
She recalled that when she was a first-grader, she and her mother were allowed to pick a flower. Although short-lived, the flower made everyone happy, she said. She wanted to make sure other children would have flowers to pick.
Men may do the hard things that need to be done but women also work hard and, in addition, do those little things that turn out to be big enough to make the world happier.