Archive | July, 2010

Kid With a Cause: My 9-Year-Old Raises Money for Oil-Covered Birds…

11 Jul

 Fighting the Oil Spill – One Bottle At a Time…

My nine-year-old sons charity-driven spirit gets in gear again to make the world a better place.  Yes, I admit, he watches quite a bit of TV – probably too much. But this kids watches with an analytical eye.  He loves learning, and detail, and all things technical.  And he also has a special ear for altruism toward animals.  The Dawn dishwashing detergent commercial caught his eye.

Even nine-year-olds know about the BP oil spill, and how it’s crucifying our southern shores.  He watched intently as the commercial explained how Dawn was being used to clean the oil from water birds.  His ears also pricked up when the commentator said that Procter & Gamble   would donate a dollar to  the  International Bird Rescue Research Center and the Marine Mammal Center for every bottle of Dawn sold.  Cha-ching!!  My boy now knew what he would do to raise money for the cause – he would use his allowance/birthday/report-card money to buy bottles of Dawn.

I also suggested he take it one step further to raise even more money.  He could resell those bottles in our neighborhood, and then donate that money as well.

So at our garage sale yesterday, he made a sign for his fundraising, and he managed to sell all ten bottles of detergent.  So he doubled his donation.

Update: Unfortunately my boy and his mother (yes, that would be me), didn’t go to the Dawn website prior to selling those bottles of Dawn, and didn’t activate the donation by inputting the number from each bottle.  DANG IT!!  Well, at least he raised ten dollars. (But don’t tell him).

Thanks Dawn and P & G for helping fight the oily devastation that’s taken over our beaches, and thank you son, for caring enough and taking the initiative to once again try your best to help animals who can’t help themselves.

Leaving It Behind….

3 Jul

My husband and I are attempting to buy a new house. We’re actually planning to sell our  old dream house for a new dream house – bigger, fancier, with more stuff.  Potential buyers are walking through my wonderful house at this very minute, looking at my life, judging my housekeeping, making comments about what they like and what they don’t; what should be changed and what shouldn’t. I feel like I’ve opened my private life up to the world  – vulnerable.  I’ve made my home an object of criticism.

My house has been a wonderful house for us – we’ve raised five kids there in the last thirteen years (with two still to finish raising, and all the grandkids).  It’s a great kid house, with a big yard, and a big circle drive that acts as a raceway for a multitude of bicycles, skateboards, and scooters.   My kids don’t want to leave – they say that house contains their childhood memories.  They love their house.  They don’t even want to put new carpet in for fear it will change their world.

Of course, that’s what my older kids said when we moved there from our first house.  But they soon learned to love it – to leave the old in their memory banks, and make room for the new. As I look into her tear-filled eyes,  I tell my daughter that all things change – nothing can ever stay the same.  Even if we didn’t move , we’d still remodel, and it would look different.  She, and all the kids, will always have their special memories.  The memories aren’t attached to the house – they’re embedded in their brains forever.

So why do I feel like I’m trading a fat, old, ugly relative in for a younger, thinner, prettier one?  Why do I feel like I’m betraying an important part of the family?  I never expected to feel this way.  But I do.  Even in my dreams.

Hopefully, the next family who lives here will appreciate our house as much as we do.  It is, was, and always will be the greatest. 

And hopefully our next house will be just as great.

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