She was deeply intent on her coloring
as I walked by her desk.
Small fist guiding a purple crayon back and forth
across the white drawing paper.
“What are you drawing?” I asked
and I’ll never forget her answer.
“It’s a pink dress
for my Mama.”
Her brown eyes danced as she spoke.
I smiled and nodded.
“Oh, she’s really going to like it.”
“Well, she doesn’t have no pretty dresses.”
Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke.
“She has nuffin’ pretty so I’m making her a dress.”
My thoughts wandered to her mother
the young woman who stood by my classroom door
every afternoon to pick up her daughter.
Practically a child herself
Hair pulled back and usually with a little one on her hip.
“You’re Mommy is going to be very happy,” I said
bending low so that only she would hear me.
I can still see that crayon smudged picture
colored by that precious,little girl.
If she could
she would have given her Mommy the moon.
But she couldn’t
so she did what she could.
Sometimes we need the wisdom of children.
Single parents struggling to make ends meet.
Families already up their ears in debt.
Christmas need not be a reason
to spend what we do not have.
No, but it is a time to express the love within our hearts.
Hearts have a language that is beyond words.
More often than not
just spending time together
means more than the most expensive gift.
So let’s consider ways
Last week I took my youngest to the diner.
“One hot fudge sundae
and whipped cream
and a cherry on top,” we ordered,
A simple gift of time that will not be soon be forgotten.
How about you?
Look beyond the expected
and observe the simplicity of love.
Yes, come toBethlehem, my friends,
As I read you blog, my thoughts go back to a Christmas a couple of years ago when my parents and my husband and I chose a “gift of time” to each other that year. We met in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and went to Sight and Sound Theatre to watch The Miracle of Christmas! What a beautiful show and wonderful time it was for us. My father and mother sat in the back seat while my husband drove us all around Lancaster. Dad kept repeating how much he enjoyed being chauffeured around since he was the one who did most of the driving. Thank you for reminding me, Sharon, how important the “gift of time” can be and of this special time we had with my parents since Dad is with the Lord now.
What a marvelous time that must have been for you. Thank you for sharing a glimpse of it. Nothing is ever wasted. He uses it all covering it with His grace. Thank’s for commenting