Little Treasures
in Reflections
She gave Mommy a tube of light pink lotion with a dark pink rose on it. She can’t read the label, but it’s pretty and smells good and it’s something a mother should have. So it’s just what a little girl should give to her mommy for Christmas.
Then she held the flat package up to Daddy, paper and ribbon all in place. And he smiled to find two new “screwdribers.” She gave them because they’re shiny and useful and just what a dad would need. And so he should have them from her.
Big sister unwrapped her gift next. She’s not sure what to make of it. It’s a yellow duckie—”and you have to wind him up” she’s informed. And so she winds and the duckie scoots and spins and and rolls right off the coffee table. Closed lips say too much; it’s a silly gift for a seven-year-old. But little sister doesn’t hear that. She found the most thrilling thing a little person could find—and that’s the one she gave away.
She unwrapped the last one for her little brother. A tiny fork and spoon, with tiny crabs and seahorses and fishes playing on the handles. They’re just his size—and they’re “new ones!” She’s so happy because she found them and she knew they were his.
They were common gifts, with nothing common about them.
They were gifts from the heart, wrapped up and handed over—along with some little Christmas treasures.
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So sweet! Can’t wait to see you guys in April!
In the midst of a hard day, this truly brings things in perspective. The kindness of a child warms the coldest of hearts. I am blessed to have such a child as a daughter.