2009 has had it's ups and downs in the Robertson family, no doubt, but as we head into the Thanksgiving and Christmas season, I can't help but think about how fortunate and how blessed we truly are. As we prepare to celebrate the holiday seasons in our new home, I am acutely reminded of those who have nowhere to call home. As I am surrounded by family and friends, I remember that the holidays aren't such a happy time for so many. I've been blessed beyond measure with more happiness, health, and financial and job security than I've earned or deserved. I don't take it lightly. I don't take it for granted.
All day I've been thinking about that quote (Bible verse maybe) "Too whom much is given, much is required." Yesterday, my mom asked me for a Christmas list. I've thought of a couple of things, but in all honesty, I don't NEED anything. I think I'm going to ask her to get an angel from one of the trees at Wal-Mart or the Department of Social Services and make someone else's Christmas special. A donation to Habitat for Humanity is also on my list.
One of the best gifts I've ever received at Christmas was something I couldn't unwrap or hold or even see, but I'll remember it forever. Chris and I were opening gifts a few years after we were married. Chris has a tradition of buying one or two of the things that are on my list and then there are these small things that he buys year after year for me (Chapstick, Christmas tree cakes, magazines, etc, etc.) Not big items but they are a tradition and he always, ALWAYS shops for them on Christmas Eve. That year, I didn't get any of those things while we were opening gifts. After we finished, he told me the story. He was doing his shopping and overheard a husband and wife having a small arguement in the aisle beside him. The wife wanted to buy their child a toy, the husband wanted to buy her new winter coat. They went back and forth a little bit and the husband finally decided that maybe the child could get by with the old coat a little bit longer because he wanted her to have a toy to open on Christmas morning.
Chris said, I'm sorry Heidi but I left all your gifts in the basket and gave them your Christmas money. I was so GLAD he did. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I hope that sweet baby stayed warm that winter and had a BIG fun TOY to open on Christmas morning. I think about that kid every year, even though I have no clue who she is, and hope she's having the best Christmas ever.
Of course, we all have that selfish side too, and with all that I've said, I would be thrilled if this would show up on my doorstep Christmas morning. I'm finally ready!
Don't you think I'd be an awesome Peekapoo mommy?
4 comments:
that looks like Uppy! you remember Uppy don't you?
I had forgotten about Uppy! It does, doesn't it?
That is so true! I dont have a big nice house but my family has their health an I am thankful an blessed @ what we do have like you and chris! I teach my kids the same values an 2 years ago my kids got so much an we knew of this family that their kids didnt have anything! My kids went through their gifts an filled a box full then we delivered it 2 their doorstep! We never saw their face expressions when they got them, but I know they were grateful! If only they were more people like us in the world!
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