Love, A Friend
Our street has quite a few kids thirteen years old and younger. Most of them are using their newly found free time for riding bikes, creating chalk art on the sidewalk, and playing tag. Two girls, probably 7 and 8 years old, who live in the house at the apex of the cul-de-sac circle, have chosen a different way to spend their time. During the summer, their entrepreneurial ambitions are in high gear as they pull their red wagon door to door selling popsicles; marshmallows dipped in chocolate then frozen; and other treats.
Now that we are a month (or more? I’ve lost track of the days haha) into the COVID-19 pandemic, many businesses are shifting gears to support first responders, hospitals, small businesses, and people who need more help.
Those two girls in my neighborhood have also changed gears with their business. For the past two weeks, as the weather has warmed, they have still been pulling their red wagon door to door. Instead of asking for business, however, they’re giving back. They leave notes of encouragement and support; plastic cups filled with flowers they’ve picked; care packages with mints and sundries to cheer their neighbors up.
Our street doesn’t have many houses, so we all know who is spreading cheer and joy. And they’re little girls, so we hear their busy chatter and giggles as they pull their wagon up one side of the street and down the other. But they don’t ask for recognition. They run to each porch, leave their gifts, and hurry back after ringing the bell.
We don’t know how these “stay in place” orders are going to affect the millions of kids who are missing their final months of school. Lack of structure or uneven education will set back many kids, and families are experiencing great hardships. I don’t have answers, but seeing how two budding entrepreneurs in my own neighborhood are reacting gives me hope.