It happened again.
Children brought hope to my discouraged heart.
Hope in the form of painted rocks.
Painted rocks outside our local elementary school.
Messages of goodness, encouragement and kindness splattered all over simple gray stones.
In “pre-crazy times,” I would have thought, “how cute” and moved on quickly.
Not now. I stopped, savoring each one, breathing a prayer of thanks.
Thanks for each child. Thanks for the purest and simplest of words, designed to breathe life into my disheartened soul.
I needed these rocks. I needed these deliberate acts of kindness from children who decided to take a moment to paint rocks.
I want to be like them when I grow up.
The Dolly Mama 