Cindy-Lou asked me to write another post to let you all know what I've been doing with all the bits of things she mails to me.
To be honest, until this week, I haven't been doing much crafting. I've been battling my anxiety and flaring from RA which has made for a hell of a combination. To be blunt, I've been a bitch to be around lately.
Last week I got I ginormous box in the mail from Cindy-Lou. And let me tell you, it was full of the random. Everything from tools to gorgeous new-to-me handbags to lace. As I unpackaged each new thing, I stared in bewilderment. What to do? Where to even begin?
And then last night, I dreamt.
See, I've been working on projects for a couple special little kiddos I've adopted. One is the daughter of one of my closest friends, the other, the son of another close friend.
Jack is a VERY special little guy. He is fighting cancer. And I say “fighting” because this awesome kiddo isn't giving in, not even a little bit. He fights every single day. And? He's kept that wonderful childhood creativity through it all. He believes he's an alien, wants to be one of Lady Gaga's Little Monsters, and he draws wonderfully detailed pictures with fascinating stories to go along.
From day one, Jack has been one of my heroes. I mean seriously, if this courageous kiddo can get up each morning and face the world, so can I, right? Jack has taught me how to fight back, how to not give in to my disease. And so, whenever I can, I try to send him a little something.
Last fall, I made him a Top Secret Agent kit, with tools to go into space and meet an alien that he brings home for dinner. I wrote a little story but left the pages blank so he could fill them with his artwork. There were glowsticks and little alien cut outs. I had so much damn fun making that box, I felt like I was a kid again myself.
Last night I learned that Jack wants to write a book. I fell asleep thinking of brave little boys who still dream in the face of difficulties, and when I awoke this morning, it hit me like a bolt of lightening.
See, in that ginormous box of goodies, Cindy-Lou sent me a couple pencils. Now, I don't own a pencil sharpener and kinda prefer mechanical pencils for my sketches, so I was perplexed as to what to do with them. Now I know. I will work my creativity and they will be magic pencils. I will mail them to a special kiddo and tell him that they will help him to write the greatest story ever.
There is nothing more powerful in this world than sharing your words. Add in a healthy dose of imagination, and you are unstoppable. Jack is unstoppable. And I'm happy to do whatever I can to encourage him.
Magic pencils, y'all. And I did it with Cindy-Lou's help.