Little Bits of Good

Baby B
My son as a baby

The other night I was talking with my son. He has just turned 18 and is thinking about what he wants to do with his life.  He conveyed to me his doubts and fears; his concerns about how the world is.  He told me he sees us humans as parasites and he voiced his concerns about how we are treating our planet and each other.

I listened and kept silent. I thought how much he sounded like myself in the past.  A past not so long ago.  These were things I thought before I decided to have children  It was a choice I considered very carefully. There was a voice in my head that said; how dare I bring another person into this crowded planet? Who was I add another hungry mouth into this already hungry world.

Another side of me: The hopeful part, the ones with dreams, the one that believes in belief, said that it wasn’t up to me to decide. Who was I to discard a potential human life…even and especially, the life of my possible child.?  Who was I to deny life to anyone? Who made me judge, jury and executioner?  If this potential child only had a few years of life…even one year, one month, one second…who was I to deny that?

Who was I to deny his beautiful blue eyes  just one sunset, one hug or one tip toe through the tulips.  Perhaps this child would contribute to the world…perhaps in a way I’d never imagine; maybe this child would be needed.  I thought all of this at the time, almost 20 years ago and all those thoughts and feelings came flooding back to me as I heard the words of my son. I understood his feelings exactly; he is an intelligent and thoughtful young man and he made some very valid points.

I saw the look of defeat in his eyes and a bit of anger too.  I know that anger all too well. The world had already been “screwed up” before either one of us got here. It’s easy to feel hopeless and angry.   I listened carefully to everything he had to say and then it was my turn…

Lately in my life I have found just the right thing to say but I don’t know actually what it will be until it comes out. This is quite new and I think it is all the writing I’ve been doing and I was very grateful for that because I found myself explaining to him much of what I just mentioned,about how I had thought carefully before deciding to have him and I told him how glad I am that he is here now.

The proud Mom with child circa 1995

I told him I agreed that the world is going to hell and how we’ve fouled up our seas and skies and land, and how all we humans seem to see is our differences…and how much we fight each other. I also told him how much hope I have for the future and how I believe that we have it in us to make this all right, and how we as a society can change things and how it all starts with one.

I told him how it starts with little changes and how it was up to him to be that change. It is up to him to make a difference in his little corner of the world. To find something near and dear to him and make a difference.  I told him that I thought my writing was like that and if enough people make a small difference…how that could grow and spread.

I talked and talked; a lot  I don’t remember, but I kept talking and as I did I saw the light in his eyes begin to brighten. He was listening and I could sense the lights turning on in his brain.

Then it was my turn again to listen: He told me of his interest in nature and teaching children about nature and sharing his love of it. He told me of his plans and as he did I could see his burden lifting and my heart soared as the corners of his mouth began to curl up into a wide smile.

I’ve never have been prouder of him as I was at that moment… it was very much like the moment when I first held his tiny body in my arms and gazed into his big blue trusting eyes of his; when I knew that I had made the right decision. I have brought another beautiful life into this world who will touch others with his beauty and how wonderful this all is!

baby B nature lover
A Nature advocate in the making

We may be small and insignificant in this world and our actions may seem hopeless; a mere drop in the bucket, but I believe we together…drop by drop by drop, together we are a mighty ocean. Together we can do anything….even save the world! The first step is believing….. and it all starts with you…make your drop count.

water-drop-with-ripple-in public domain
Credit: Public Domain

Thanks for listening,


“Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

~Desmond Tutu~


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Author: Strawberryindigo

A starry-eyed dreamer and adventurer of the imagination. I am a feisty Aspie exploding with colorfully creative energies.

39 thoughts on “Little Bits of Good”

  1. A very great post indeed, I love the photo it reminds me of my Rhen’s first day with me, thanks for sharing great thoughts that I am surely shared to my son… hugs for both of you… 🙂


  2. I ♥ this thoughtful article. It’s another one in this wonderful collection that demonstrates that you are an adorable person with a beautiful mind. I’m so happy to be a member of your blogging community. Blog on!


  3. It was like that for us, too. There is so much wrong with the world, and there was no way I could guarantee my daughter a safe, healthy, happy, comfortable life. Not with poison in the air, and the water. Not with desperation growing everywhere. But children are joy, unadulterated. They bring the light with them, you know? We need quiet, joyful committed activism so much more than we need policy, riots. Your son is a gift. 🙂


    1. Hey Desi: Thanks. I know what you mean. They are the hope of our future. It is parents like us that teach them compassion and care for others and our planet. I so much agree that “We need quiet, joyful committed activism so much more than we need policy, riots”
      I have been encouraged and deeply moved by the responses I’ve received from this post and I truly appreciate your comments. Thanks. 🙂


  4. Very nice! My best friend and I had a long conversation about this very topic last night. We are both now in our seventh decade, and I was feeling demoralized about the “mess” in the world – local wars and brutality, resource depletion, gun violence in the U.S., intentional ignorance, abdication of responsibility, overpopulation…the list goes on. She and I have had our shot at making things better, but I was feeling as if our efforts were all so puny, that there was still so much ignorance and hatred, and that we now had little further to say or do that could influence whether people would become more informed and civil.
    As we talked, we did agree that, in many ways, things were indeed better. There have been no world wars in more than half a century. Women and minorities now have a much greater chance at fulfilling occupations in the U.S. The environmental movement is beginning to grow again. And the population is stabilizing in most developed nations. At the end of our conversation, I was feeling hopeful again.
    This blog, and particularly your son’s response, have reinforced that hope. Thank you.


    1. Hello Joanne: It is easy to feel demoralized. It seems all this ugliness in the world is being thrown in our faces. Some people seem so angry, scared and desperate. I think the media plays on this. I stopped watching the news. I take it in small doses from newspapers.
      I must disagree. I think your generation has done much to further our ongoing march to humaneness and goodness. I think each generation teaches the next and yes, there has been some setbacks but for the most part I think we as a society have grown more civil, more decent. The world is getting smaller and more connected. The fact that you and I are communicating now is proof of that.
      I think we as indivduals are growing more gentle and open with our feelings. Your generation taught mine this gentleness and mine now teaches those upcoming.
      My son will be attending outdoor school this Spring, it will be his second time. He will be spending a week at a camp helping teach 6th graders about nature. I am very proud of him.
      Together we can make the world a better place. I sincerely believe this, and your comments make me beleive this all the more. Thank you.


  5. Hi Strawberry! All I can say is YES! YES! YES! That is how it is done; that is how you “sow the fertile field of humanity”. You didn’t just have a child, you also raised a true human being who shines with the desire to participate in the human experience for the sake of happiness and you did it by finding and using the real “weapons” of humanity: truth, heart and LOVE; speaking of which, check out this little 85 second video that I made a couple of weeks ago, I think you’ll like it:

    Awesome work by an awesome writer! Love ya’



    1. Hey Frank: Good to see you! Thanks for the kind words and the video….I loved it, very clever…amde me smile and laugh out loud in delight! It’s people like you that make this blogging thing so worthwhile. 😀


  6. Go Mom go! It sounds like you have taught him well—to think and to communicate those thoughts…to be compassionate and to recognize his share of responsibility to make this world a bit better. Best to him!


    1. Thanks Wildtramp! This Spring he will be helping teach 6th graders about nature in Outdoor School, a popular program in our state of Oregon…he’s very excited. He loves doing it, it will be his second time.


    1. Hi Purnimodo: Yes it does. He will be returning this Spring to go on his second trip serving as a junior counselor at Outdoor School helping teach 6th graders. It’s a very popular program in our state of Oregon.


  7. You gave your sweet, blue-eyed son two of the most wonderful presents a parent could ever give: hope, and the power of knowing that he CAN make a difference (just like his mom.) This is such a beautiful story, nancy. Thanks for sharing it with the rest of us.


  8. I had the same thoughts before my eldest was born. I didn’t want a child to come into this world. I didn’t want to risk him or her going to war. or being murdered (at the time I didn’t know if I was going to have any children – I was single then)



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