I can't tell you how exciting it is to load up the back of my car with purple bags.
We invited anyone who could go with us to drive down to deliver the bags. Abby's friend Claire was able to join us. They don't let the girls go back so we just handed the bags to the receptionist and she promised to make sure they got to the patients. We got to talk to a few people in the waiting room who thanked us for doing this.
We drove away and Abby said, "Mom, I feel sad." For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why she would feel sad. I felt great and blessed after delivering those purple bags. After asking her why, she replied, "I don't thing we had enough bags. I want to do more." I assured her that we would deliver bags the next time Lala had her chemo treatment. That wasn't good enough for Abby. She told me, "I want to deliver bags to EVERYONE who has to get chemo."
Well that would be nice but impossible.
Thankfully I kept my mouth shut and didn't crush her dream. I didn't want the limitations I see as an adult to kill the hopes and dreams of my five-year-old to make this world a better place. Instead I replied:
"Well, if that is really what you want, then I will do everything I can to help you do that." And so began our
PURPLE BAG PROJECT