Hi! It’s me, Lisa again… Happy Mother’s Day!
I wanted to show you my newest treasure so I grabbed a quick picture of it before we left yesterday. By the way, I still don’t know what it’s for.
“If you are a parent you will understand this; it doesn’t matter what the gift is, it’s usefulness, beauty or wether you even ever wanted one… if your child picks it out for you and pays for it with their own earnings or makes it themselves, then gives it to you from their heart- it might as well be made of gold. There is not much better this side of heaven.”
R.W. shared this the other day on his Facebook wall and I was so impressed with the comments left by those who took the time to read it and share their own stories.
Yes, when it comes to our kids’ gifts, it looks like we are all hoarders.
But really, how can you throw out that necklace made of colored macarooni noodles your son or daughter made you back in pre-school and so proudly presented it to you to wear for church on Mother’s Day?
I find my children’s gifts don’t just melt my heart but they attach themselves to my soul. Yes, there is a special place in my good China cabinet reserved for a mint green and white ceramic teapot that my then 9 year old step-son Colter bought me with his own $5.00 right after I married R.W.. It is so much more than just a teapot. To me it showed that I had been welcomed into his heart.
Last week I recieved the beautiful handmade wooden rolling pin with one side flattened out and slits cut into the base in the picture above. I have absolutely no idea what to do with it or what the maker intended it for, but it doesn’t matter. My five-year old picked it out for me when he could have used his “funds” at the AWANA’s store to pick something out for himself. The fact is, I’m not sure where I will display my new rolling pin, but I know it will be a place of honor. He was so excited to give it to me and you could see the love in his little face as he hoped his gift would please me, that I will cherish it as if he gave me a little chunk of his very own heart – because that is really what that mysterious rolling pin is.
Here’s hoping your Mother’s Day is wonderful and that you aquire new “treasures” to hold dear.
What wonderful “gifts” do you cherish regardless of their use or appearance?