Gathered around the dining table Monday night, I gently opened my gifts, one by one. I savor presents because they are few and far between. I cherish them because my family is careful to buy gifts that are well thought out. I enjoy them because they are given to me as a gift and I don’t have to feel selfish or guilty for having them – on the contrary: to deny them would be to hurt the giver. So, I’m able to freely accept them and quickly embrace whatever is inside the careful wrapping.
My little gift from Joy was the one that left me sniveling. She gave me a homemade coupon book with free dish-washing, dog-washing and car-washing. She gave me a handmade, pop-up card inside a cute little tin box. She gave me a magazine subscription that I’ve been wanting for quite a while. But, the most precious gift of all was the one that I opened first.
It has only been a few weeks ago since that terrible Thursday night that she spent in tears trying to finish her writing assignment for co-op the next day. From 8:00 until 8:25 she cried. She wailed. She buried her head in her pillow and cried like Angelina Ballerina flung across her bed. She only stopped at 8:25 because she has to be in bed by 8:30 or she’s disciplined. That was a long, dramatic intense twenty-five minutes.
But, Monday night, she chose to carefully write prose in cursive writing with a pen on a crisp sheet of white as a gift for me. The fact that she chose a pen as her instrument of execution just goes to show how much she’s grown. She could have chosen a pencil, in case she needed to erase. But, she chose a pen.
It was truly a beautiful gift.
Have you received any special gifts lately?