These would be, quite easy for an adult to make, but for a young five-year-old, not that easy, but this young child, still shared the kindness with the adults around her, and the adult who’d received these, paper boxes, was, touched, translated…
As I walked in the office I found two huge boxes of “presents” on my desk.
It was two full boxes worth of the folded boxes, with eighteen boxes in each one. It takes a whole lot of time to make these, especially, when they were, out of the hands of a kindergarten, five-year-old young child.
My coworkers on social network posted the photos of her daughter learning to fold the trash cans with her maternal grandmother, and said that she’d brought home a stack of ad papers, that she was going to make some trash cans for us all. I’d gotten thick-skinned, and left the message, “Please give them to me”. My coworker asked her daughter, she’d not said yes right away, but on the weekends, she’d worked, really, diligently. As she’d finished folding a whole box, she’d told her mom, “if I only give aunty one box, it can only last for eighteen days”. So she’d, made a total of, THIRTY-SIX paper boxes for me.
Imagine a child who’s, focused, and agile with her hands, learning to fold up the paper boxes with her grandmother, such an amazing, a moving interaction between grandparent and grandchild that must be. While, as she, being gentle and kind in her nature, after she’d learned how to make the boxes, she was wiling to, share her “products” with others, for someone as young as she, this surely, wasn’t, anything easy.
But, what will I use these paper boxes for? For the fruit peels, the shells on the nuts, bones, the shells of the shrimps………I shall use each and every one, really, carefully, because this was, out of the heart of a young, five-year-old girl, each fold, each box, contained, all of her kindness, all of her, warmth for the rest of the world.
So, it’s still the THOUGHT that counts more, than the “gift” itself, and this young girl was really kind, in thinking of her mother’s, coworker, to give these, paper boxes to, and, the coworker was, more than touched by the young child’s, kind thoughts for her.
Life, the Obstacle Course 