Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Nov 25, 2008 18:58:20 GMT -5
THE GOLDEN GIFT
Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for
wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became
infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the
tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next
morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his
earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that
the box was empty.
He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a
present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and
said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for
you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and
he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold
box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take
out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put
it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a gold
container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our
children. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for
wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became
infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the
tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next
morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his
earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that
the box was empty.
He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a
present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and
said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for
you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and
he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold
box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take
out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put
it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a gold
container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our
children. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.