the stuff that dreams are made of

In the wee small hours of this morning, side-by-side dreams garnered several AH HA! moments.

Twice I had dreams about fathers of children in classes that got monthly delivery of my baked goodies.  Both asked, "Why does the American Beef Council have you (me) do that for our kids?"

Both times, I answered, "I am the American Beef Council."  

In the dreams, both dads looked at me, disbelieving & wondering why I'd make nibblings for their kids over the years & say I was doing it on behalf of a corporate entity.  Both times, I shared my experience that others found it easier to accept that an impersonal business group would sponsor it than someone with no personal ties & little money.

The American Beef Council bit was totally the fluff & fiction of dreams, but the rest has been - over many, many years - my experience.  People DO tend to find it weird that I do things for kids with no connection to me other than breathing on the same planet at the same time.  Ditto for adults I barely know, for olders with no other connection than holding my respect. 

No one has summed up my WHY better than a young friend, long ago.  In my B.C. years - before cats - I'd often hold creativity workshops for kids at my home.  No charge, no kidding.  Gray was a regular.  One time, he brought a friend.  This young boy seemed a bit uncertain of himself.  Finally, he came over to me & asked, "Why do you do this if you don't charge any money?"  He couldn't figure out what I got out of the deal.  

Before I could respond, Gray looked over at him, rolled his eyes, and responded, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, "Because she loves us."

He said it all.  All of "us" ~ whoever "us" might be at any given moment.  Wholly & completely & blissfully.

In my experience, Gray represents the teeny percentage of people who get it.  Most are like the friend, wondering what I get out of the deal.  Most would find it easier to buy a cover story like the American Beef Council underwriting such efforts than an occasionally financially-challenged individual doing it for the love of life &  living.

When I woke up this morning & shared the double dreams with John, it made me recall - who knows why - the scathing response of numerous GOP pundits to the hashtag #bringhomeourgirls.  What does it say about them that they don't get wanting to do something, anything, even if it mere symbolism of drawing together over a massive grievous wrong?  What do we get out of the deal of taking a picture holding a placard?  What does it say that they don't get that there are times that resorting to symbolism is all you can do when you're powerless - for so many reasons - to do more?  They ridicule FLOTUS holding up the hashtag, not getting that it didn't originate with her but that she was showing solidarity with the thousands of Nigerians - women & men  - grieving their stolen girls.  What does it say that Ann Coulter & her ilk just don't get it?  

What would she think about a woman like me, investing time, energy & money doing things for kids who barely know who I am, when they know me at all?  My guess is that I'd be open to ridicule, too.

Over the years, I've certainly experienced people - young & old - openly wondering why I'd take a 1st grade under my wing & do things for the class, straight through their high school senior year.  Why I'd do it for the ANC Classes of 2010, 2011 (Girls School only), 2013, 2016, 2023.  Like Ann Coulter with the hashtag, they just don't get it.  To a shocking # of them, it's a waste of my resources.  

Heck, I didn't really have much of a clue why it was important for me.  Now, in May 2014, it's quite clear.  "My" ANC Class of 2010 are now Class of 2014 graduates from countless colleges & universities.  My 1st graders are all grown up.  And I got glimpses of those journeys.  What did I get out of the deal?  Riches beyond my wildest dreams.  

After last night, I know what to say when someone asks me - and they will  - "Why do you put yourself out, spending time & money, to do things for others who rarely take the time to pause & acknowledge, let alone thank you; when so many find it at least a little strange, are even put off by it;  when there is no tangible pay back in it for you?"

The fact is I didn't expect any sort of acknowledgment, let alone thanks - I grew up with that as a given.  I wasn't ruffled or in the least disturbed when others found actions suspect, assumed a hidden agenda  - I grew up with that as the norm.  I didn't expect any special pay back for investing my time, energies, resources - I didn't get any growing up.  My personal WHY for doing any of it was that doing for others has always been a delightful way of honoring & celebrating the beauty of life.  It's not special;  just grew up that way.

Maybe the dreams came to me last night because I spent the morning beyond blissed out, helping Lori Soneson Odhner at a Mom's Morning Out - parents dropped off kinder (barely toddler to almost pre-school age) & volunteers like moi kept them engaged & happy.  

Afterward, I walked down to Be Well Bakery & Cafe, where I ran into a group of "my" Class of 2010 kinder, basking in the warm afternoon sun & the glow of their recent/imminent college/university graduations.  I was greeted with the warm embrace of smiles & dancing happy eyes, a sense of light-heart, light-touch affection - and that was NOT something I grew up feeling.  Boy, howdy, did I get it from them!  

It's a pay back I get every time I see parents post a graduation picture on Facebook.  I get it from the smiles & waves of schoolmates when we spot each other at homecoming, from long-ago DEKA members who remember me dropping off goodies for gals far from home, from Grant Hall residents who remember similar nibblings & offers to take them on bops around the area, from BAC students the Gramster & I fed as the "Mom Squad" which I changed to the "Muffin Lady" after she was reunited with Dad, from the BACS grades I took under my wing over the years.  

Receiving so much more than I ever expected, it's pretty clear to me that I got the best part of the deal.  

Still do.  Can't describe how it feels to hear my Cairnwood Village friends delight over a Monday Minister's Tea spread - for me, it's pay back for all they've done for all of us throughout their lives.  

Can't describe the great fun of putting on an after-church spread; about as close as this Martha Stewart wanna be gets to entertaining in my A.C. (after cats) life.  

Or my startled glee at having one of the college students hear Laura call me "Deev" & ask for an intro - "I've always wondered if there really is an Aunt Deev & now I got to meet you!  Thanks for the goodies for Grant Hall & the college."  

Or how it feels at Charter Day when someone confides that a nibbling from me or a casual wave, a caring smile wave made a difference during a difficult time way back when.  

At 62, it's clear that investing time, energy, resources into  doing for others - strangers, friends or family - is a big deal for me.  I grew up doing it, love doing it in the here & now, can envision a long life of doing a lot more.  If others find it weird or suspect or would have an easier time buying that an impersonal entity like the American Beef Council would sponsor it rather than Tiggerish, vegetarian Pollyanna ME, then so be it.  Wrapped up in too much glee to care!!

Thank you to whatever inner, outer or Upper inspirations brought this morning's dreams.  They stirred me deeply, leading to this post & plans for a bunch more.  What undreamt-of riches grace my life!  

Life is all about paying forward.  Always has been, always will be.  It is such stuff as life is made of.  Just wish everyone grew up believing that - more fun for all!