Dear Friends of Facebook,
Thank you, thank you, thank
you.
Last spring, when I moved in
with four young siblings so their lives could remain stable for the school
year, there was much I didn’t know.
I didn’t know that I would
be pushed far, far, beyond my emotional limits. (FAR)
I didn’t know I’d need more
than half a year to fully recover, emotionally and physically, from those 15
weeks.
I never guessed that one
morning the little brothers would take raw eggs into the bathtub and when
discovered would run, naked and laughing, around the neighborhood for twenty
minutes. At the time, I was overwhelmed, but I knew it would be a funny story
later. Thankfully, that later has arrived.
I had no idea that we would be helped and held by the
caring acts of friends, acquaintances, colleagues, and strangers.
We were given meals and money, books and groceries. We
were given an Easter Egg hunt. Two women were our weekend bookends; one friend
came over every Friday, and another on Sundays. Folks met us at parks to play
and came to the house to help. Two co-workers even took the sisters for
overnights.
Store clerks provided calm, competent, kind service. I
never knew what a gift that was until I lived with rattled nerves 24/7.
My Facebook world
responded to every post with encouragement, admiration, love, and humor, also
24/7. It was a vital lifeline.
My co-workers met my exhaustion, stress, and neediness
with grace and kindness.
Sometimes we serve by knowing when to stay away, so
here’s a grateful shout-out to the friends and family who did that at my
request, without hurt feelings, because I only wanted experienced child
wranglers to come by.
Around week 6 of my adventure, I called it the worst
great idea I ever had. However, now that I’m fine again, I’m so glad I did it.
The siblings stayed together for longer than they would have otherwise. They
finished the school year where they started it. Best of all, they were spared
the trauma of what could have been numerous separations and sudden transitions.
Instead, they had a single smooth and expected move into the two good homes
where they continue to live. Thank you for helping that happen.
Plus, I got to fulfill a dream: to make a difference in
someone elses’s life. Thank you for enabling me to do that. I couldn’t have
done it alone.
With Affection, Annie