Let me tell you about my dad. He’s out there mowing my mom’s lawn – 28 years after their divorce. Yes, you read that right. My mom has bad knees, and my stepdad works out of town, so neither of them could handle the yard work. My dad noticed the need and didn’t think twice. He just stepped up.
When my younger siblings saw him and asked, “Why is Dad mowing Mom’s lawn?” I told them the simple truth: “Because she needed help, and he knew she couldn’t do it herself.” It’s a small act, but it speaks volumes. To me, this is co-parenting at its finest.
I know how lucky I am to have four parents who genuinely respect and care for one another. They’ve shown me that no matter how a family is pieced together, love and kindness should always take center stage. Even as a 32-year-old, I’m still learning from their example.
As for my dad, he’s a bit embarrassed by all the attention this story has gotten. He doesn’t see himself as a hero. He jokes, “I’m no saint! I’m not out here acting like a pastor during Lent or anything.” But what he does want people to take away is this: kindness is a choice. It doesn’t take grand gestures or perfection – just a little compassion and willingness to help.
So, whether it’s mowing a lawn or lending a hand in some other way, let this story remind us all that choosing kindness can make a bigger impact than we realize. And hey, maybe share this story with someone who could use a little inspiration today.
