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Doing her bit for Charity
By bigpumpkin | December 20, 2006
I am proud of my toddler. She is no longer a toddler really, but a very mature little girl of 27 months. She even looks it, her maturity, as people always mistake her for being older than she really is. And the expressions from those eyes of hers, were there since she was a baby. As my mother said many, many months ago, “This girl is an old soul……”
Yesterday, for the lack of a babysitter, I had to drag T with me to do some work to help a charity organisation in town who were moving into a new home (which incidentally, we also helped them purchase). The task was to transport some goods from point A to point B - simple.
Not really.
Especially not really when you have a bored, tired, hungry toddler and the manpower of 3 ladies in a proton car when what you really needed was a 3 burly men in a pick up truck. But we eventually did it. Thanks to T.
My dearest darling daughter, the graciously helpful sweetheart, offered to help when she observed the 3 of us ladies pondering how we were going to carry all those donated goods down 17 floors into the condo loading bay, which was about a journey of 500 walking metres.
Thankfully, there was a baby doll’s pram with a faulty wheel which we could load so loaded it up we did with an IKEA stool and pieces of timber from parts of IKEA furniture. The poor pram was so filled that it had pieces sticking out in all directions. Worst, my daughter had to push a very heavy pram - the pram had probably not carried such weight before!
Very slowly watching her every step and guiding her with our voices, we managed to lead T all the way down to the loading bay with part of the charity donations.
After getting lost in Old Klang Road looking for the home, we finally found it and it was the perfect opportunity to teach T that those girls in there don’t have their Mummys’ and they are very poor. That is why we are helping them……..
She understood immediately. The whole journey home, her head was working:-
“Where girl’s Mummy go?”
“What happened to their Mummy?”
“We must help them, Mummy. They have no food.”
“They got no Mummy.”
Needless to say, I am one proud Mummy.
Topics: The Pumpkin life, Small Pumpkin |
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