I grew up with Givers.
It has always been there, since I was a little girl.
No matter where we were, if there was someone standing on the street corner asking for money, my dad would roll his window down and hand them some cash. He would then always say “Just remember, it doesn’t matter what they do with the money. It matters that someone asked for help and you gave it to them”.
Every Sunday at church, my parents would put their check in the basket.
When schools began asking for donations, they would donate.
My dad did the bread run with my brother all throughout his High School years, picking up day old bread and delivering it to the homeless shelter.
Both my parents have and continue to sit on boards of incredible charities, donating countless hours to ensuring the organization’s success.
My parents have not always lived as comfortably as they do now, but one thing has never changed. Their giving. Whether it has been their time or their money, they have always been generous with it. I now appreciate how hard this must have been at times with 6 children. They have always said, “the more you have, the more you give”, but they also lived this. And I am remember watching as a little girl, and letting it all sink in.
I never realized the impact this had on me until I became an adult and Mother.
See the thing is, actions speak much louder than words.
I can tell my children over and over again that it is our responsibility to always give. I can tell them to donate time, make donations and always support those in need, but if I am not showing them how to do it, how will they get there?
I have spent the last two years Chairing a fundraiser and there are only two reasons that I have; My parents. When I see someone on the corner asking for money, I give them whatever I have in my wallet, because of my parents. When asked for donations, the husband and I do not give simply what we want to give, but try to stretch to give as much as we can, because of my parents. We both sit on boards today, because of my parents.
Without knowing it, I learned how important it is to give back, thanks to my parents.
And now it is my turn.
I have three sets of little eyes watching me.
My actions need to speak louder than my words.
My hope is that they watch and learn what it means to donate their time. They will learn that it doesn’t matter what individuals do with the money they hand them, just that they helped someone who asked for it. They will support organizations they care for, realizing that the more they have, the more they should give. They will learn to get involved with local charities. They will learn not to be selfish with what they earn, challenging themselves to give as much as they can. My hope is that through what my husband and I are doing today, it will make for three givers in the future.
And then one day, perhaps their children will learn the same.