So the other day, I was sweeping my floor. And I saw a nickel on the floor. Which I proceeded to just sweep right into my dirt pile.... because it would be too much trouble for me to bend over and pick it up, right?!! So I just continued to sweep it around the house with the dirt and eventually into the dust pan with the rest of the dirt. It was afterall...... JUST a nickel. 5 cents. FIVE. That's it. Not worth the time of me digging it out of the pile of dirt and dog hair that I just swept from my floor!!!
And then I thought .......... WAIT....... WHAT?!?!!!!!!!!!
What the crap is wrong with me??
Have I really become that complacent in my life... where a nickel is not worth the effort it takes to pick it up?
I then thought back to a time... when Z was just a little boy... and we lived in a apartment complex that had a coke machine by the office. I remember a time when we would literally go on scavenger hunts in the apartment and in the car to try to gather up just enough change so that we both might go down to the coke machine and buy a drink to enjoy for the evening. I remember when cokes WEREN'T readily available in the refrigerator. It was a time when I worked my tail off in order to pay the rent and keep my baby boys belly full. Cokes were a treat. And getting to go get one from the coke machine was like an adventure. It was back in a time when we played games and talked... it was before he buried his head into video games and a cell phone and got too big to "hang out with mom" anymore. It was back when we would take drives out in the country going nowhere just to get out of the apartment and enjoy the sunshine. (that was back when we could afford to put gas in our cars!!).
Back then, a simple NICKEL meant the difference in having the Grape Nehi or not!
To be honest, back then a nickel meant keeping the lights on or not.
I pray that I don't ever lose the value of "just a nickel"
And as my son grows up and slowly but surely steps into a world that will crush you in a minute..... I pray that he never forgets the value of "just a nickel" and that he holds near to his heart what that small little nickel means. And when life is busy beating him down..and it will....I hope he remembers that sometimes all you need is just a nickel, a Grape Nehi and a ride around the countryside.
1 week ago
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I still pick up pennies. The huge change jar in the bedroom is almost overflowing.
It is already earmarked. It always is.
I give it young relatives on their wedding. Both as a monetary gift, and as a reminder how a bit of small change really adds up.
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