I Wish These Were Mine …

Mother and Son

Jason is Lovely’s 15-year son. Today, he’s almost as tall as his mom and just a few inches more and he’ll be as tall as his dad. For years now, Jason gets brand new shoes every Christmas, and Lovely said they make sure to give him good ones because he plays basketball a lot as a member of his school’s varsity.

One day a few weeks back, Lovely, noticing the boxes of shoes in Jason’s room, suggested to his son to give away some of his old shoes because he has outgrown some of them. Jason’s reply was short. He told his mom to just leave the shoes alone. A little disappointed, there was nothing much she thought she could do. The shoes were his and she respected that. But she hoped in her heart for a different response, and she was sad with what she got.

Just recently, there was this drive to help sort out relief goods for the victims of typhoon Yolanda. Lovely and her family went to help; Jason went too. As they were sorting out the goods, Jason was with his friends and one young lad, seeing a good pair of rubber shoes in the pile, took it and looked at the shoes with longing in his eyes. This young man, holding the shoes, said to himself and to his friends … “I wish these were mine”. Then he placed the shoes down again and continued to work.

At home after the activity, Jason approached his Mom and said: “Mom, I’m going to give my Nike to Josh”. He doesn’t have a good pair of rubber shoes and I found out that it’s the reason why he’s not able to join us when we play basketball on Saturdays”. Lovely felt a lump in her throat…

Saturday morning came and Jason came into the house with Josh. He immediately went to his room, got the Nike shoes, and gave them to Josh, telling him to put them on. Well, the fit was perfect, and Josh’s eyes lit up! Lovely saw Jason’s expression … and the tears in her eyes came falling. She wiped them and urged to boys to go, and told them to be careful. The two left … and they left behind a crying mother.


“In life, most often the most effective teacher is experience. We can teach our children to share and be generous, but unless they have a first hand experience of being acquainted with those who have less, and see for themselves how it feels to look at something and wish it was yours, it would not hit home; the lesson you want them to learn will not have any effect. Only when their eyes are opened, and only when their hearts are tugged, will the lesson find its way home.

The most beautiful experience is when they finally feel the warmth inside their hearts, that wonderful feeling which urges them to do something, anything, to help, to share, without being told to do so.”

“Image courtesy of David Castillo Dominici / FreeDigitalPhotos.net”


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