The other day I shared a great article from PopSugar about how teaching your children the phrase “A gift is a thought” can totally reframe how they accept presents, regardless of the contents.
I loved the essay, and it has stayed with me since reading it. I wasn’t sure why I felt it so much. After all, we have always been taught “it’s the thought that counts” when it comes to presents. Nothing groundbreaking, really. But something about the way it was worded got me. I think now I realize why.
I think it’s because I have always felt, for me, that a THOUGHT is a GIFT.
Last Thursday I texted my dear friend to see if Evalyn and I could FaceTime her family to wish them a happy first night of Hanukkah. My family does not celebrate the holiday, and I didn’t want to disrupt their traditions so I figured I would ask first.
“Of course!” my friend said. “We will light our menorah with you tonight.”
“I’m honored.” I responded. I had never been a part of a menorah lighting before.
“We are grateful!” she replied.
I haven’t been writing much lately as all things Holidays have been consuming most of my brain-space most of the time. However, today I had an experience that I felt warranted being shared with the world.
I was out running some errands and doing some holiday shopping for some odds and ends that I needed to pick up. I had my 3-year-old in tow as I made my way into a Michael’s craft store. I had a coupon, and I swear I was only going to get ONE thing. But, we all know how that goes. Continue reading