Grandkids! ♡ Gotta love them! 🙂
There’s always some endearing tale to tell when it comes to small children. 🙂
Just before Thanksgiving my oldest daughter told me the most amusing story involving my grandchildren. She has a two and four year old. We had decided it might be fun to play games together as a family this year at Thanksgiving. I had already purchased Pie Face for the event. So she took her kids to Toys R Us in search of the perfect age appropriate game we could all play together.
Taking two small children alone into one large Toys R Us could spell disaster, so she created a plan. She told her children that Toys R Us was Santa’s Workshop, open to them for just this one day, and they could only pick one game. And Santa would be watching. 🙂
They fell for it! They agreed upon one game, Spaghetti Yeti, and behaved like little angels during their entire outing.
Oh, to only see again through the eyes of a child. At Christmas.♡
The wonder. The belief. The awe.
Every year I have filled shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child. We’ve done it for decades. I used to take my girls to the dollar store when they were young and let them each get a plastic shoe box and fill it with whatever their little hearts desired. I would explain to them that it was for someone else, less fortunate, far away, that didn’t know Jesus. I still managed to leave there each year with a few extra duplicate items that they just had to have for themselves as well. The concept of giving without receiving was a little difficult for them to ever master. 🙂
They’re big now, and I miss those days! We no longer make the Dollar Tree runs, and filling the shoeboxes by myself isn’t near as much fun. So I decided this year I would reinstate the tradition with my grandchildren. I took them to the dollar store. The same two and four year old that were found at Toys R Us in search of that perfect Thanksgiving game were now instructed to each fill a shoebox for someone else to enjoy. I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical of how this would really go down. But I had faith. 🙂
My daughter and I loaded them up, and tried explaining the concept of giving to others in need with our very best grown up narrative possible.
That went over about as well as could be expected. To paraphrase my four year old grandson’s comment, “if they don’t have any money to buy anything then why don’t they get a job?”
My sentiments exactly about some of our fellow Americans, but I felt the need to keep my mouth shut. They were too young to understand any way, and after all, we were on a mission of holiday good tidings. 🙂
We arrived at the store and got two carts. One held my purse and my two year old granddaughter. The other was for our shoebox contents. My daughter and I were so busy picking out the perfect matching hat and gloves and socks combo for each of “their” boy and girl shoeboxes that we didn’t even notice my grandchildren until we heard a loud crash! My grandson had managed to tip over the cart my granddaughter was sitting in. Sideways. 😦 When she managed to finagle her way out of the toppled cart, before we could make it to her rescue, she shouted out “I’m fine!” in her loudest big girl voice she could muster. We laughed so hard we cried. My daughter asked me if that was going to make it to my blog? Of course! 🙂 I wouldn’t dream of excluding it. It’s the stuff life is made of. 🙂
The next thing we knew Ava was trying on the gloves and hat we had picked out for her shoebox.
As we headed towards the checkout, my granddaughter had decided upon a pair of boy’s gray motocross gloves, an ethnic mermaid doll, and a happy birthday mylar balloon for her personal treats. Being female, she changed her mind one last time before we made our final purchases. She put down her doll for bubbles, and she finally let Grandy talk her into trading her gray boy gloves for pretty pink ones. ♡
My grandson early on chose his treasure, a pair of plastic swords which he tucked inside his pants as his holsters. A happy birthday mylar balloon stole his heart as well.
I’ll settle for that. Who doesn’t love bubbles and balloons? They bring out the kid in all of us. After all, it is Jesus’s birthday we all are celebrating this time of year! 🙂
It wasn’t quite the memory I had hoped it to be. But it will remain a lasting memory for years to come. For on that afternoon I experienced Christmas through the eyes of a child. Not as a critical, perfectionist kind of adult that needed everything to match, but as a child that let wonder and imagination and innocence be the deciding factor.
Let’s all see Christmas this year through the eyes of a child. The total sold out belief in something or someone. The innocence. The love and the laughter. The fun and the games. The imagination with unlimited possibilities. The box being better than the gift itself. 🙂 It’s the path to the kingdom of heaven.
We’re off to see Christmas lights next. Care to join us? 🙂
Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. Matthew 18:3
Love and lots of laughter,