In 2004 I volunteered in a “Big Sister”/Mentoring program. I was paired up with a young girl who had a troubled home life and needed some time away from it once a week after school for a few hours. This young girl was 10 or 11 at the time, and we would go out to eat and talk, or go shopping and then out to eat. Sometimes we went to the library and did homework, but she was not a child who needed help with it really, she was very bright. It always amazed me how she was able to rise above the dysfunction of her home. There were 6 kids in the family and a mother who couldn’t really handle it, a father rarely home, the house was a mess, no order whatsoever. The older kids seemed to be keeping things running. Her age belied her maturity- she was introspective about the home situation and accepting of it, her intelligence allowing her to see the bigger picture and make sense of it all. I stayed in the role of “big sister” for about 4 years until she was a teenager and busy with school and going out and her friends. I have not thought of her in years, actually forgetting about this volunteering of so long ago-that had ended in 2007 or 2008 – until today.
I took in the mail to find a wedding invitation with a return address name I did not immediately recognize. I opened the invitation to find the young girl I had mentored was getting married- and had invited me. Yes this is my weekly smile, but in truth it made me cry. I was touched and so surprised that she had not only remembered me but had taken the time to send me an invitation. We never know the impact we may leave on someone, the difference we may make. This was for me a reminder.
The front of the invitation-the Hebrew initials of their names form the rose