My boy is the only grandson and an only child. It is inevitable that he gets more than his fair share of stuff for birthdays and Christmas. I try to slow the waves of gifts that come his way but it seems hopeless.
This year I thought it would be good for him to help my husband and I deliver toys for Santas Anonymous.
The last place we dropped off was a 5 story building. No couches in the foyer just a brick wall. No elevator just concrete stairs. No carpets, just cold dirty hallways. These were the things my son noticed. It was a brief drop off, the mother answered the door as her little ones came rushing behind. A baby boy and a toddler. The toddler looked like she was about 3 and delighted by the action. We wished them a Merry Christmas and we were on our way.
Raymond asked me if she was happy because now she would have toys for Christmas.
He might not get the big picture yet, but I hope it helps.
What broke my heart as we came to the bottom of the stairs were the rows of strollers parked at the bottom.
JC Masterson, Silent River Kung Fu, Alberta Canada
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