Charity begins at home.

Four words that carry so much clout, and yet might not resonate so much these days. Or so it seems.

Americans are wonderfully generous in donating to this, that, or the other charitable cause. We mustn’t stop, that’s for sure. It’s taken us long enough to get where we are in that respect. And the way our federal government may go in the next presidential election, private donations may be all that stand between the impoverished and oblivion.

Busy living our lives, we tend to think tomorrow is another chance to say and do what we don’t say and do today. I’m guilty of it myself. 

We’re bombarded by so much busy-ness that we can hardly dig ourselves out from under most days. Again, I’m guilty of it myself.

Putting the brakes on all the stuff in our daily activities only comes when the “end” is staring us in the face. As if to say “Okay. Time’s up.”

Given the chance, wouldn’t we want to cram as much of our good intentions into the time remaining?

Saying “I love you” as often as we can…in person…or by email…or text message. Sending along some much needed “hugs” as well. 

There’s also the good, old fashioned method…hand writing a letter, or even a card. Once-in-a-while including some “mad money,” encouraging the recipient to go out and blow it on whatever she’d like…just because she’s ripping mad. 

Of course the feeling behind it all should be genuine. At least for me it is. I can’t fake loving someone.

Whether I do a lot or a little, the love I offer is complete. It’s just easier to be more effusive with some than with others because of who they are, and how attached I’ve become to them.

As mentioned earlier, it often takes a slap upside the head before we stop and take notice…and get moving.

…i know it did me.

………hugmamma.