One of my very close friends (Fatima) gave birth to a baby girl about two months just before we welcomed our very own baby girl (Eniola). They were both very adorable cuties by the way. I even bet they may have literally been born at about the same time, had my friend’s princess (Riskiah) not come earlier than anticipated. Within a few months, Riskiah was a lot bigger than Eniola.
One day, I went shopping for clothes for Eniola. Oh my, so many lovely dresses, with barely enough money to buy them all! I had to make a quick stop at Fatima’s before getting home. (ok, may be it was a not-so-quick-stop). Anyways, among other things, I told her about how disappointed I was at the fact that I couldn’t buy more of the very many cute dresses that I saw at the children’s supermarket. While I was still talking, she stood up, reached for an already packed bag of some of Riskiah’s used clothes and gave them to me. “I hope you don’t mind”, she said. “Oh no, I don’t”, I responded. “Why should I?” I thought to myself. I said thank you and quickly left for home. As soon as I got home, I looked through my stash, with a deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude. When my hubby got back home, I showed him all that I had just bought as well as the things that Fatima had given Eniola. He barely let out a grin, as he wasn’t happy that I had collected hand-me-downs for his precious little one. I kind of understood his viewpoint. I apologized and explained that I took them because I saw them as a gift which should be appreciated.
A few months down the line, I had packed a few bags of clothing, toys and food items to take to an orphanage. Before my scheduled visit, I noticed a woman and a little girl begging at the entrance gate of the estate, where I lived. I went home and took a few of the pre-packed clothes, some of my own clothes and food to give to this woman. As I handed the items with some money to her, she barely looked up. She immediately looked through the things, took the money and food. What she did next shocked me. She threw the clothes on the floor and hissed. Besides being stunned, I was deeply hurt.
That experience left me somewhat sore and got me thinking. Did I do something wrong? Did I go about this the wrong way?