We often learn the most from our children.
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.