Processed with Chasing Dreams Photography "Peace B/W" textureHis dreams have turned into something more simple. His dreams have surpassed mine and turned into something much more. His dreams have become my admiration. He didn't go to camp to play but to work. To do service work. He chose to spend a weekend doing dishes. Breakfast, lunch and dinner for over 100. As a girl his age, I would never have done anything that didn't involve a penny put in my pocket immediately or a weekend that wasn't filled with a good time.
This weekend was his choosing. His desire. His dream. And I was a wee bit more proud than jealous at that point.
I fretted all weekend long that he would hate it or be bored and never want to do it again or worse, come home and complain about every second he was away from "teen reality". My worry was a complete waste of my time. He loved it and is counting the days until the next weekend he can serve. He loved it so much that he wants to do more than just the four weekends it would take to pay for his camp costs for next summer. He just wants to volunteer his weekends to serve. While it's not the job he should have to pay for car insurance, gas and all the other sundries a teenager needs, it is the job that builds character and gives him grace. The real job will come soon and he will be a better person for it but for now this is his dream.
Just because he can.
Just because he sees the need.
Just because it feels good.
Just because it's the right thing to do.
Volunteering became a passion for me when I quit the corporate lifestyle. I suddenly had time available to give back and boy did I ever give back. I volunteered so much I became burnt out and it became a burden to my family and since I stopped I've become very lax about getting back into the trenches. New mommyhood hasn't helped but it shouldn't be my excuse anymore. Last weekend I was handed a sparkler to reignite my old passion....that spark was seeing the joy in my sons soul. The sense of accomplishment from doing hard work with a very small reward in the end but a bigger reward inside yourself. Grace and pride.
What kinds of volunteer work do or did you participate in? Or have you ever been graced by someone who has volunteered their time for you?
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