The Call to Be a Blessing

A lady working at a bakery reminded me we are never too busy to be kind.

Last Saturday was my son’s birthday. I got up that morning and had breakfast and a cup of coffee and ran out to the grocery store to get him a chocolate chip cookie cake. That’s what he always requests for his birthday and I wanted to be sure his cookie cake was waiting for him when he came downstairs.

When I arrived at the store, I couldn’t locate one. I approached the bakery counter and an older lady was working. I stood there for a few minutes waiting for her to acknowledge me. When she finally did and I told her that I would like for her to write “Happy Birthday,” on a cookie cake, she said, “ok,” and kept working.

I was a little confused as I just stood there.

She finally informed me that the three on display on the counter, were all they had. One was covered in butterflies and flowers. The second had so many icing rings that only a small spot remained in the middle (definitely not enough space for a birthday message.) The final one had green icing flowers and black rings of icing around the edge. I sighed and picked that last one up and handed it to her.

When I spelled out my son’s name for her, she replied, “How else would you spell it?”

Sincerely, surprised at her continued rudeness, I pasted on a smile and told her that I usually put his full name on his birthday cakes and that people often want to leave off one of the t’s. She had no further comment and went to work.

She was taking a while, so I just browsed the many baked goods while I waited, determined not to let her demeanor ruin my day. For all I knew, she was in the middle of a big order, or didn’t feel well, or had received some bad news.

At some point, she surprised me again, when she informed me that she was making a new one for me.

When she handed me the new cookie cake, with blue and white icing, she looked bewildered at the tears that swam in my eyes as I thanked her. I checked out as quickly as I could and all but ran to my car before the floodgates opened and tears streamed unchecked down my face.

The lady at the bakery had no way of knowing that this mama was struggling a little with her baby turning twenty and no longer being a teenager.

She couldn’t have known what a tough year my son had endured. He made the decision to transfer colleges right before Covid hit, so he spent a lot of last year at a new school where he knew no one, alone in his room. She had no way of knowing how I had prayed for him all year or how much hope I had for him in the coming year.

She couldn’t have possibly known that my husband’s dad had passed when he was nineteen or that my husband’s brother had also passed when his son was nineteen, or how that family history had weighed heavily on my heart this past year.

The lady at the bakery had no way of knowing how blessed I felt that Saturday morning or how her act of kindness made my heart run over with thanks. I thanked God all the way home with that cookie cake, for His mercy, for His blessing and for the love He has shown my family and I thanked Him for the woman at the bakery who had a change of heart and decided to be a blessing to me that day. I will truly never forget it and I pray I will be reminded to the same for someone I don’t know.

A busy worker at a bakery reminded me to always take time to bless others because we never know what a simple act of kindness can mean. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂