The holiday season has been magical for us this year, predominately because Taylor is grasping the concept and meaning of Christmas for the first time .We have explained to him that Christmas is the time of year that we celebrate the Savior's birthday. In an effort to quell the I-want I-want I-want of the season, we've also been trying to stress the importance of giving rather than receiving. As a mom, I have found myself curious as to what was sinking in and being understood.
Of course, Taylor didn't make me wait too long to find out.
The other night, I was tucking my little man into bed after reading a Christmas story. We had said prayers, sang a song, had kisses & hugs-- when suddenly Taylor looked very concerned.
"Mom?"
"Yes, honey?"
"I just don't know what to get Jesus for His birthday!"
I paused for a moment, wanting to make sure I answered his earnest question seriously and truthfully. In the quiet, I found the words from one of my favorite Christmas carols come to mind:
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part.
Yet what can I give Him? Give my heart.
("In the Bleak Midwinter" music by Gustav Holst, lyrics by Christina G. Rossetti)
I looked at Taylor.
"I think the best present to give Jesus would be to show kindness and be a good friend to everyone. Do you think Jesus would be happy if you were nice to your friends?"
"Yes, Mom. I think that's a good idea."
And so this year the focus has shifted.
Out with the "bigger & better," in with the "meaningful & heart-felt."
Because what could be better than giving one's heart?
Oh boy Tiff--you gotta stop doin that. Another tear jerker! Thanks for sharing your sweet moments. You are a wonderful writer!
ReplyDeleteI think kids grasp that better than we think they will. It seems like they know what's right a lot faster than we do as adults sometimes!
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