Have you ever received a little nudge from the universe just when you needed it? That moment felt almost enchanting, didn’t it? During these trying times, a sprinkle of magic or a dash of cheerfulness can brighten even the gloomiest days. Enter the Kindness Rocks movement.
A few months back, I stumbled upon the Kindness Rock Project, a heartwarming initiative designed to spread joy. The idea is refreshingly simple: paint some rocks in vibrant colors, inscribe an uplifting message or a whimsical doodle, place them in a chosen spot, and witness the magic unfold. It seemed like a delightful concept, perfect for bringing some extra happiness to our neighborhood in downtown Chicago. So, armed with rocks and paint, my seven-year-old daughter and I dove into a creative session.
We had a blast decorating our rocks and set them by the front door, eager to release them into the world. However, life got busy with school, work, and various activities, and those lovingly painted rocks sat untouched for four months. Then, the COVID-19 pandemic struck, halting everything in its tracks.
Once we were under lockdown, separated from friends and family, it became clear that we needed to act. The day after the stay-at-home order was issued, my daughter looked at me and said, “Everything feels… off.” I completely agreed.
“How about we take a walk and find places for our magic rocks?” I suggested.
“Okay, I guess,” she replied, so we ventured out in search of the perfect spots.
“Where should we put them?” I asked. She paused and replied, “Let’s just walk until it feels right.” Just a few steps later, she found the first spot. “Our first rock! Let the adventure begin!” I cheered as she placed it down.
We meandered the familiar three blocks to her best friend’s home, but this time felt unique; we were leaving behind a trail of cheerful rocks. We tucked them into special spots, including three favorites that she proudly placed in her friend’s yard.
As the pandemic intensified, my only reprieve was my daily walks. I habitually followed the path of our rocks, and they never failed to make me smile. One morning, I noticed something astonishing—our rocks had multiplied! I rushed home to share the news with my family.
“Guys! There are more rocks! I saw one with ‘I Love Nurses’ and a few rainbows, and they’re not ours! It’s the magic of the rocks!” I exclaimed.
“That’s cool,” they replied, but it was more than just cool; it was inspiring.
Days later, during a picturesque evening stroll, I spotted an older couple walking their dog. The woman suddenly halted, bending down to inspect something in the flower bed. She called her husband back to see what she had found. I could see him rolling his eyes, but as he approached her, his expression changed to one of delight. They walked away together, arm in arm, sharing a kiss. I quickly crossed the street to see what had caught her attention—it was one of our rocks, the purple one that said “I Love You.”
The next day, I witnessed a woman pocketing one of our rocks. In the midst of the pandemic, she claimed it as if it were meant just for her. After that, I noticed more of our rocks disappearing, and I hoped they were finding their way to those who needed them.
Then I received confirmation that my daughter and I had sparked something special. A neighbor shared a post in our community group, praising the mystery person behind the painted rocks, and suddenly people were sharing photos of their own rock findings. Requests for the “Rock Fairy” to sprinkle more joy throughout the neighborhood began rolling in, and families wanted to organize rock hunts with their children.
One comment stood out: a woman shared, “Someone left one for me right in front of my house,” attaching a picture of one of our rocks. The way she phrased it made it sound like a cherished gift.
While my daughter lost interest in the project, I became even more dedicated. I began crafting more personalized messages. “Hey, Girl, Hey!” found its home by the school’s chicken coop, “Your dog is adorable!” was placed at the dog park, and a “Stay Strong” rock nestled in front of a charming ceramic mouse in a neighbor’s garden. I even added glitter—because what’s a “Rock Fairy” without a little sparkle?
Each morning, I set off with a pocket full of rocks. Although times felt heavy, placing each one lightened my heart. When I returned home with empty pockets, I felt invigorated and grateful. That felt like magic.
Last night, as I retrieved the mail, I discovered three beautifully painted rocks left for me. Bringing them inside felt like a special surprise, as if they were meant just for me.
During this time of isolation and uncertainty, remember that kindness connects us all. You are not alone in this journey. Rock on!
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Summary
In the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, a mother and her daughter embark on a journey of creativity and kindness through the Kindness Rocks Project. They discover the joy of spreading positivity in their neighborhood, ultimately becoming the beloved “Rock Fairy.” Through their efforts, they not only uplift themselves but also connect with their community, fostering a spirit of kindness during challenging times.