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The Gift
We often learn the most from our children.
Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter
for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the
child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to
her Father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed
by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared
again when he found that the box was empty.
He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you
give someone a present, there's supposed to be
something inside of it?"
The Little girl looked up at him with tears in
her eyes and said,
"Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box.
All for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his
little girl, and he begged her forgiveness.
The man kept that gold box by his bed for years.
Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out
an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child
who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as parents has
been given a gold container filled with unconditional
love and kisses from our children.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
We often learn the most from our children.
Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter
for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the
child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to
her Father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed
by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared
again when he found that the box was empty.
He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you
give someone a present, there's supposed to be
something inside of it?"
The Little girl looked up at him with tears in
her eyes and said,
"Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box.
All for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his
little girl, and he begged her forgiveness.
The man kept that gold box by his bed for years.
Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out
an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child
who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as parents has
been given a gold container filled with unconditional
love and kisses from our children.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
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