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Alexis Palmer, San Jose, CA (2025)

09/26/2025

Sometimes kindness looks like… a cookie.

Christie was downtown in Athens with her daughter, Avery, when the urgent “Mom, I need to go!” hit. The closest bathroom was at Subway, but the rule was clear: paying customers only.

Christie didn’t have her wallet. Embarrassed, she turned to leave.

That’s when two young men — complete strangers — stepped in. They offered to buy Avery a cookie so she could be a “paying customer” and use the restroom.

To some, it might seem small. But to a mom in that moment? It meant EVERYTHING.

Later, Christie learned those two young men were Latavious and Jaylen — players on the UGA football team. Their athletic skills may fill stadiums, but it was their quiet compassion that left the biggest mark that day.

The moment happened back in 2020, but Christie says she’ll never forget it. A ray of sunshine. A reminder that kindness doesn’t always roar… sometimes it whispers through a simple cookie.

Latavious and Jaylen — the world needs more young men like you.

[Christie Williams Myers]

09/26/2025

70 years later… he finally crossed the stage.

In 1959, Stan Gorski was just one semester away from graduating Niagara University. But when his country called, he answered — leaving school to serve as a proud Vietnam veteran and 101st Airborne Ranger.

He went on to earn both a bachelor’s and a master’s degree, and spent his life serving others through the Department of the Army. But Niagara never forgot where his journey began.

So at their 2025 commencement — on his 88th birthday — they handed Stan the diploma he’d put on hold for duty and sacrifice.

💌 Seven decades later. A soldier. A scholar. A moment worth waiting for. And proof that it’s never too late to finish what you started. ❤️

[Niagara University]

09/26/2025

“Mommy, come quick!”

I braced myself for chaos… but instead found my 5-year-old standing on a stool in the bathroom, underwear and all, grinning at her reflection.

“I tilted the mirror down and now I can see my whole body!” she twirled, flexed, and proudly declared: “I’m super strong.”

To me, she’s perfect. To her — right now — she’s perfect too.

And then the thought hit me like a punch: someday, someone will tell her she’s not. That her nose is wrong, her thighs are too big, her hair not right. A thousand cruel voices waiting in the future.

Even worse… what if one of those voices is mine?

I’ve caught her mimicking me when I sigh about my gray hairs, my under-eye bags, my “arm fat.” She copies my silly faces too — but also my self-criticism. To her, I’m beautiful. To me, I’m a list of flaws.

So today, I made a promise.

Tomorrow, I will tell her she is beautiful. The next day, I’ll tell her again. I’ll whisper it at night, shout it in the car, model it in how I treat myself. I will love my body out loud so fiercely that she can’t help but believe in her own.

One day, someone will try to shatter her self-image. But I swear with everything in me: it won’t be me. 💕

[Lynn Morrison]

09/26/2025

One day… my mom just changed.

She’d always been tired. Stressed. Carrying everyone’s problems like they were her own. Until one day, she stopped.

Dad: “I can’t find work, I’m going to grab some beers.”
Mom: “Okay.”

Brother: “I’m failing my classes.”
Mom: “Okay, then you’ll repeat the semester. But you’ll pay for it.”

Sister: “I crashed the car.”
Mom: “Okay. Get it fixed. Take the bus while it’s in the shop.”

Daughter-in-law: “I’m moving in for a while.”
Mom: “Okay. Couch is free. Grab a blanket.”

We were convinced she was on a new prescription called “I Don’t Give a Damn.” 😂

But then she sat us down and said words I’ll never forget:
👉 “It took me years to realize I’m not responsible for solving your problems. My sleepless nights won’t fix your life — they only ruin mine. I’ll pray for you, love you, encourage you… but I won’t carry your burdens anymore. You are adults. I release myself from being your rescuer.”

The room went silent. But something shifted. Everyone started taking responsibility. And my mom finally found peace.

✨ Moms, wives, caregivers: you are not here to be everything to everyone. Stop carrying a weight that was never yours. The best gift you can give your family isn’t protecting them from every struggle — it’s preparing them to rise through it. 💛

[Charlyn]

09/26/2025

It was just another exhausting evening until my 10-year-old ran in, tears streaking her face.
“Mama… he made fun of my hair again.”

My heart shattered. She’d just finished chemo. Cancer took her hair, her energy, almost her smile. And now a classmate chose cruelty.

I hugged her and whispered, “Ignore him.” She nodded, like she always does. But the next day… it happened again.

I’m a single mom working 3 jobs, drowning in medical bills. But nothing prepared me for not being able to fix her hurt. I crumbled right in front of her.

That Sunday, I made a choice. I found the boy’s house. I told his father everything. I waited—furious—for an apology.

Twenty minutes later, they walked in. The boy’s head was shaved. His father’s eyes were wet.

“He didn’t understand,” the man said, kneeling in front of my daughter. “But he does now.”

The boy cried: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

That day, something shifted. He didn’t just say sorry—he learned. He showed up. He stayed humble.

Now my daughter comes home smiling.
“He’s my best friend,” she says. “He shares his lunch. He helps me with my books. He says I’m the strongest girl he knows.”

Sometimes love looks like a father teaching his son to be better.
Sometimes it looks like a mother who refuses to let cruelty slide.
And sometimes it looks like two kids who chose friendship instead of hate.

If you see a child hurting—don’t just tell them to “ignore it.” Show up. Teach them. Love loudly. ❤️

[Nikky Pelletier]

09/26/2025

"Yesterday I posted a photo of my 13-year-old doing our end-of-month grocery calculations. She’s in charge of our household grocery budget.

The DMs rolled in: “She’s too young.” “That’s too much responsibility.” “Lazy mom.”

And honestly? I’ll take it as a compliment. 🙌

Because yes — I’m a “lazy” mom. I could easily handle everything for my kids. But I don’t. On purpose. Because I want them to know how to handle things for themselves.

I love the side-eyes I get when people see my kids doing things that are “too hard.” Go ahead, whisper “lazy mom.” Meanwhile, my kids are learning how not to need me — and I think that’s the greatest gift I can give them.

We underestimate kids. They’re way more capable than we allow them to be. But most of us are too busy, too controlling, or too worried about the mess to let them try… and fail… and try again.

Yes, letting a toddler “help” with dishes turns your kitchen into a tsunami zone. Yes, letting a 4-year-old take out the trash means you’re late, the bag’s ripped, and they somehow touched everything gross. But you know what? They feel empowered. And that’s worth it.

Lazy parenting takes patience. It’s messy. It’s crooked, mismatched, four times slower, and sometimes painful to watch. But life isn’t neat or easy. And if we don’t let our kids struggle, we rob them of the chance to prove to themselves they are little badasses. 💪

Raising capable adults doesn’t start at 16. It starts at 3 — when you step back, let them pour the cereal, flood the kitchen, and organize their chaos.

So do your kids (and yourself) a favor: be “lazy.” Step back. Let them try. Let them fail. Let them rise.

Signed,
Brooke Hampton
Lazy mom of three wildly capable humans." 🖤

*** Barefoot Five ***

09/26/2025

Meet Cartier Carey — just 11 years old, but already changing lives.

While most kids spent their summer playing, Cartier set up a lemonade stand. But instead of keeping the money, he used it to help single mothers in need.

With the proceeds, he donated over 22,000 diapers and wipes to struggling families. 👏

Proof that kindness has no age limit — and even the smallest hands can make the biggest impact." 🌍✨

[Mina Capella]

09/25/2025

He thought he was just getting a ticket… but what he got instead was kindness he’ll never forget.

In St. Tammany Parish, Deputy Dustin Byers pulled over a driver for speeding. But when he reached the car, he realized this wasn’t just someone in a rush — the man was on his way to a funeral, emotional and struggling to tie his tie.

Instead of writing the citation, Deputy Byers helped. He fixed the tie. He listened. He offered a quiet moment of compassion right there on the side of the road.

Because sometimes, what people need most isn’t a warning or a lecture… it’s a little humanity. ❤️

[St. Tammany Parish Sheriff's Office]

09/25/2025

I had a heartbreaking interaction today.

At the post office, a woman was asking for money in the parking lot. Her clothes were in rough shape, and she was basically fully exposed. She asked me for money. I didn’t have cash, so I offered to buy her a shirt from the dollar store next door.

Her reply broke me:
“What’s the point of trying to look beautiful when I’m so ugly?” 😭

I told her: “Beauty, like people, is not just one thing.”

Yes, I got her some clothes, water, ointment, and bandages. But that’s not really the point.

The point is this: nobody should ever feel like they aren’t beautiful. No matter the struggles, the differences, the pain — there is still beauty inside each of us.

I hope she felt even a little of that today. And I hope you feel it too. 🫶✨

[Michael Brown]

09/25/2025

"Today I was running low on pencils, so I asked my students to return any of mine they had in their desks.

One little boy asked if he could keep the ones his mom gave him. Of course I said yes. Then he added: “Well, I guess I’ll give you a few so my classmates can have them too.”

When I started sharpening his pencils, I noticed something. His mom had written messages on every single one. And what I read melted my heart:

✨ “You are talented.”
✨ “This will be a great year.”
✨ “Never give up.”
✨ “You can do this.”
✨ “You are phenomenal.”
✨ “You will change the world.”
✨ “I love you.”

Twenty little reminders of his worth, written where he’d see them every single day.

He wasn’t embarrassed. He was proud. And he wanted to share that same encouragement with his classmates.

It probably took his mom just a few minutes. But it lit up his entire day.

This. 💛 This is what kids need. Parents. Teachers. Adults. All of us. Speaking life into them. Reminding them they are important, loved, capable, and brilliant.

Even if it feels small. Even if it feels cheesy. Even if you think it won’t matter. It does. Sometimes you are the only voice telling them these truths.

And this is why I teach." ❤️

[Amanda Cox]

09/25/2025

"When my son was just 5 years old, he was diagnosed with Asperger’s, ADHD, and an anxiety disorder.

He was kicked out of private kindergarten because they couldn’t support him. In public school, he needed a personal aide until his sophomore year.

The “experts” told us he would never be successful — not in school, not in sports.

We never told him that. Instead, we encouraged him, supported him, and cheered him on in everything he wanted to try.

And today… he graduated with a BA in English after 4 amazing years swimming distance events for an NCAA Division II team. 🏊‍♂️🎓

I could go back and show those experts how wrong they were. But honestly? Nothing compares to the joy on his face today.

Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it. It hasn’t been easy — but my boy has done it. Against all odds, he’s done it." 💙👏

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09/25/2025

"Remember your grandmommas? They showed up on doorsteps with casseroles and side dishes. They stood at sinks that weren’t theirs and washed dishes without being asked.

They stood in the gap. 💛

Remember your momma? That same casserole she made a thousand times — she’d let you stir while you chatted. You know the recipe by heart now. You remember sitting in the car with the dish hot on your lap as she ran it inside. That was her way of standing in the gap.

Friends, we need to do that too. “Let me know if you need anything” isn’t enough. Show up. Get your hands dirty. Deliver the food. Wash the dishes. Be there.

And if you live far away? Send a gift card. Send paper plates and plastic forks on Amazon. Find a way.

When your neighbor is grieving, when a new family moves in, when someone loses a job, a baby, or a husband —

Stand. In. The. Gap.

Because this is how we carry each other. This is how we walk each other back home." 🕊️

*** Rebecca Cooper ***

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