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My mailbox overflows with catalogues. Gourment food catalogues. Outdoor gear catalogues. Toy catalogues.
I take them all and pile them beside my bed, planning to do some Christmas shopping when I get a free minute.
Hasn't happened.
My daughter, Christa, loves all the toy catalogues.
"
Oh, Mommy, I want this! Oh, Mommy, look at that!"
Finally, I handed her a black marker and told her to circle all the things she wanted. No, I wasn't trying to turn her into a greedy little "Gimmee" girl. I just wanted her to have fun making up a wish list. Don't tell her, but I've already snuck a few of her most wished for items into my bedroom closet. (That's what moms and dads are for!)
Being a somewhat introspective gal, I imagined what other things I'd like to wrap up and put under the Christmas tree for my daughter to find--things she doesn't realize she will need as she grows up. If I could, I'd give her:
An Unending Supply of Forgivness
Young children are amazingly forgiving.Their innocent hearts somehow take a hurtful word or action and wrap it in a hug. But as Christa grows up, she may decide forgiving is too costly. Too risking. Too demanding. I know that I did--and now I am learning all over again to be forgiving.
An Abundance of Family Memories
Most of the things I've bought my children for Christmas or birthdays--or just because--don't last until the next birthday or Christmas. Toys end up in a garage sale or handed down to friends. But all the memories we made on family vacations or while playing Scrabble or Uno--well, those last a lifetime. Less stuff. More time together.
A Bit of Adversity to Overcome
I admit it: I want my kids' lives to be easier than mine was. I want fewer bumps and a much smoother road than the one I've traveled. And yet I know that the challenges I've faced pushed me past all I thought I couldn't do--and into who I am today.
A Wide Open Door
I want Christa to pursue her dreams, just like her older siblings are doing. That means I have to encourage her to walk out the door--away from me--and into her life. Letting go is painful--and it's beautiful. For Christa, it's still a long way off too. But I know it will be here faster than I imagine because I've seen it happen so quickly with my other three children.
Some of the best gifts we give our children--the ones that shape their lives the most--aren't found on their wish list or in a glossy catalogue.