This is a new one, even for us.
Part of my crazy brain imagines this beautiful green and brown duck living amongst us, taking swims in the bathtub, walking around the block with my father-in-law as they parade in matching orange socks. My daughters making little elastic bracelets so that it will feel as part of the family as the rest of us. But reality is not as capricious to my fancy, and I am quickly brought back to reality as the lady repeats what I have just said.
I watch my mother-in-law and feel a wave of gratitude. Regardless of all the complications this situation brings, I am in awe of this woman who showed kindness, mercy, compassion, love and genuine care. I want my daughters to see that it is alright to bring back an injured duck. It is alright to bring back a friend in need. It is alright to want to help, even if we don't always know how.
We sometimes think of service as something we do for someone else. A discomfort put upon ourselves for the sake of others. If only we could see that service changes us more than it affects anything we touch or anyone we try to help. I offer a moment of silence and thanks to the beautiful duck who unfortunately didn't make it, but hopefully left us feeling like he mattered, because he did.
He helped us grow.