My parents are amazing. Whenever I've needed help, they've been there for me. From baby-sitting (they live three hours away) to a loan (small, big, and in between) to prayer support, I know that I can count on my mom and dad to do whatever they can to help.
This past weekend they welcomed me and a carload of stuff -- the entire cargo hold of a full-size Chevy Suburban -- to their home and cheerfully helped me set up for a rummage sale. (We called it a Grandma's Attic sale.)
My dad loaded sawhorses, huge pieces of plywood, and old doors into his pickup and set them up to display the sale items. My mom helped decide how much to charge, priced everything, arranged it all on the "tables" in the freezing predawn hours, made signs and then drove around the neighborhood nailing them to telephone poles. Mom also kept everyone warm and fed with coffee, hot dogs, and chocolate cake.
When the sale was over, my parents helped me pack up the stuff that didn't sell and hauled the saw horses, plywood, and doors back to the storage space. Sometime during the afternoon, when she wasn't chatting with customers and manning the cash box, my mom found time to fix beef stew for dinner.
The sale was actually a lot of fun. But it was a lot of work too. My parents could easily have said that they didn't want to have their weekend disrupted by a rummage sale with a bunch of people milling around their backyard and driveway, but they knew I needed to get rid of this stuff and they also knew I needed to try to make as much money as possible. Because they are great parents and because they love me, they gladly agreed to help. Amazingly, my dad is even talking about having another sale in the spring!
I am thankful that my parents are ready and willing to help with whatever I need. I can only hope that I can be as helpful to my children as my parents have been to me.
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