I know it’s not much to look at, perched on my office bookshelf among the cluttered books, but just seeing it floods my memory and heart, sufficing the intention of any gift.
My husband, Chris, had taken the boys, age 2 and 5, to the store and handed them $10 each. He told them they could buy anything they wanted for me for my birthday.
Nate, full of personality (and leaving very few of his thoughts to mystery) had those pudgy cheeks the church ladies would squeeze. Always a competitor, when asked his age, he would answer “5,” (his older brother’s age) with full confidence.
“My! You are such a cute little boy!” a stranger had once told him.
Nate replied, “I’m not little! Except when I look in the mirror, then I’m still little, but I’m not little for real.” (Although, it sounded more like, “I’m not wittle!”) Ha! Such spunk!
Casey, a sweet spirited pensive type, made the perfect best friend of opposite personality. I am sure he kept the birthday shopping in line, as he turned down Hot Wheels and guns, aiming for the perfect gift for Mom, not himself.
The package wasn’t wrapped professionally. Evidence of novice hands’ work made it all the more special. Nothing needed tearing for the present to be opened, since the young deliverers who shared in handing it to me had torn most of it. They stood, or maybe bounced, in anticipation, waiting for my response to their deeply-thought-out purchase.
The torn colored paper revealed the gift: two pigs.
Chris stood in the background, smiling so hard his cheeks might have cracked. It was truly delightful to see these two boys so excited to give. Casey (5) explained the reasoning for the choice: “They are two brothers, just like Nate and me. We put our money together to buy it! We thought if you put it in your office, then you would think of us. We knew if we got you candy or something, you might eat it and then it would be gone, but this you can keep FOREVER. It says, ‘I love you,’ because we do!” His reasoning continued, while I basked in the joy of the moment. I gave hugs of gratitude while they both beamed with pride over their selection.
Afterward, I cleaned up the papers and sent them for their PJ’s to start the bedtime routine. As Casey started toward the stairs, Nate suddenly turned away and ran to my side, cupping his mouth to my ear so Casey wouldn’t hear. (–This is my favorite part!!:)
“I’m the big one!” the 2-year-old whispered, happily pointing to the pigs, which ironically both looked identical. That adorable memory of my “big” 2-yr-old sits on the shelf where the pigs still reside 10 years later.
– Chris. He thought to take time out of his busy schedule to let toddlers do the shopping.
– It’s the thought that counts…always; their hearts beamed brighter than the most valuable diamond.
– The 2-yr-old’s and 5-yr-old’s antics are no longer in my house; I cherish those memories. No material possession could ever rank over moments that cannot be relived except in our memories. Some things truly are priceless.
Dear young mother: please remember that toddlers are a gift, temporary though they are. When it seems you can’t get anything done…when you get more boxes to check than checkmarks in the box every day…when you are exhausted with the illness and realize you still have more kids to get it…when you are tired of finding syrup in places you didn’t know it could get to (and you haven’t even had pancakes in weeks!)…stop and find a memory for which to thank God. Blow some bubbles. Drink in the smile. Pinch the cheeks. They disappear more quickly than the to-do list.
May you find the value behind the gifts you give and receive. I think the remembrance of the giver is “the big one” of them all.