Child Support

My granddaughter had packed her suitcase all by her seven-year-old self. I was impressed that she’d thought of everything she needed for Grandma Camp.

Then she brought out a little purse and poured a small handful of coins into my hand.

“Here, Grandma, this is for the playground.”

She knew our community is raising funds to make the playground handicap accessible.

We’ve talked about it while playing at parks in her hometown, but I didn’t realize how much it meant to her. It mattered enough to give what she had: $2.40.

That money now sits in a wooden bowl on my desk. Talk about motivation.

Sometimes it’s easier for me to overlook the needs around me rather than step up and do what I can.

But my granddaughter’s $2.40—a small amount, yet big in heart—is a mighty reminder: generosity isn’t about what we give, it’s about how we give.