For Christmas, I received the perfect gift, and I didn’t even know that I wanted it. I can see and feel it, but I can’t touch it, and I can only describe it as… “sweetness.”
A couple days before Christmas, I came down with a cold. My stuffy/runny nose threatened to kill my holiday spirit (and I LOVE the holidays), but that cold was no match for “sweetness.” On Christmas Eve morning, after my husband left for work, my kids tried unsuccessfully to get me out of bed for nearly an hour. Finally, my older son tugged on my arm and told me I had to get up. This time, he wouldn’t go away and I was forced to get out of bed; he stood there just to make sure.
I shuffled out of my room, into the hallway, and turned the corner to the family room/kitchen area. The kids yelled “surprise!” At first, I thought the surprise was that I actually got out of bed, but my older son ran to the table and said, “look, we made you breakfast!”
For the first time, I noticed the table full of dishes. At my seat at the table, I saw a plate of cream cheese toast, apple sauce, mixed berries, chocolate milk and string cheese. With pride in their eyes, they informed me that it was my Christmas present. The sweetest thing of all? Their plates sat uneaten, even though both of them were hungry.
I just woke up, couldn’t breathe through my nose, and I didn’t really feel like eating. But I sat down and ate my cold toast anyway (it sat for nearly an hour waiting for me to get out of bed.) As I finished breakfast, I thanked God for the gift – not the breakfast itself, but for the sweetness that appears dormant most of the time, but is obviously in them.
It makes me wonder, am I here to teach them – or is it the other way around?
P.S. I felt bad for being lazy and messing up their plan, so I shared a few phrases that would get me out of bed – fast:
“(Younger son) is playing with knives.”
“There’s a fire on the stove.”
“A cat just ate ribbon off a present.” (We don’t use ribbon because of this, but if I’m sleepy enough, I could forget that.)
“My fish isn’t swimming.”
I hope you received the gift of sweetness, too. What is your best sweet, funny, or exciting holiday memory?
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