I had an experience over the holiday I wanted to share. Ryan, Bill and Chelsea's oldest daughter, who is four years old was in the backyard. I was watching a number of my grandchildren outside and figured it was a nice day and I got out our trash can and started clearing out the garden. The kids were all over it. Evelyn collected old peach seeds and asked if she could plant them. I said yes so that immediately gave her license to start digging. The others got out things to dig around with too. They're garden help turned in to garden play which I was fine with. Ryan specifically asked if she could help me. She was looking for some instruction. I told her I was picking up all the dead plants and leaves and putting them in the trash. She mulled around a little bit scrapping up leaves and depositing them in my trash can. She then said, "You know what this is Grandma?"
I looked at her while she continued to scrape the ground, "What?"
Ryan responded, all knowing, "It's called service."
I was so pleased, I said to her, "That's right, you're helping me." She carried on with her work just like the rest of the kids. I happily thought, "They're getting it!"
I told Billy about it later. He said Ryan had recently given a talk at church about service. I thought, you really show your understanding of something when you live it - again, they're getting it.
Ryan - one of my many helpers that day
Service allows us to practice doing what Jesus would do. It connects us to those we serve and gives us a kind of satisfaction that self-interest can never offer.
(from The Purpose of Helping Others at mormon.org)