Today that little girl who has taught me so many precious lessons taught me another. She’s only four years old, but sometimes I think she must have been around far longer than I, because she’s showing me life all the time.
This morning I started to fix her a bagel, and she said no, that she wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Unsure if this was appropriate breakfast fare, I picked up my phone, and after Mom-approval, the little girl with little brown curls held back in a ponytail asked me once more, “Will you make me a sandwich?” And when I said, “Yes baby girl, I certainly will”, she put on her old-soul shoes and she wrapped her arms around my legs like she’d never let go and she shouted “Oh thank you! I’m so excited, thank you!”
And now, I’m sitting here and I’m thinking. If we all released our own feelings, our joy, all shouted out our happiness at once… What a beautiful place this would become.
Perhaps I would listen to what others wanted more if they acted truly happy when I gave it. Or maybe… I haven’t been listening and giving enough to make another truly happy. Maybe none of us have, or maybe all of you have and I’ve been too busy studying or reading or worse by far, studying and reading the lives of others on my Facebook page to notice that you’re out there. Listening. Giving. Making the equivalent of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for someone who is teaching you all the lessons God could fit into her little sweet head when He oh-so-lovingly made her.
So I’m deciding. The next time you see me, I’ll be all kinds of covered in sweet peanut butter and my hands will be sticky with jam. And the next time you take the time to spread that timeless concoction on a piece of bread just for me, get ready to be hugged like I’ll never let go, ’cause I’ll never again take the work of your hands without letting you know just how excited I am.
-Jessi Sanders 2012