There is a world out there, and it belongs to our children.
It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t stress. Often, it doesn’t even notice other people.
I lost sight of my kids earlier in a box store, and this is how I found them:
Completely enthralled by books.
What they wanted didn’t require glitter, batteries, or adults.
It was breathtaking.
If I’m honest, I am considering a simple Christmas for my kids.
Not because I am Scrooge.
But because – as their mother – I get to peek into their special universe.
And only in that moment – when they are flipping through an experience with such wonder – do I get the entire meaning of parenthood:
What your kids need is what you give them every day.
YOU are the gift.
YOU are the everyday Christmas.
YOU are the daily miracle in their lives.
So, the next time you find yourself peering into the incredible world of childhood, keep this in mind:
It is through our time, not our gifts, that we get in.
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