Christmas is behind us now, but I can’t bring myself to take down the tree or the window candles or the paper snowflakes my daughter and her friend made, copying Buddy the Elf. I want beautiful white lights to sparkle inside the house year round. I want the spotlight to shine on our home, making it look cozy and inviting to neighbors and friends.
I suppose there’s no harm in leaving white lights up for a few more weeks, or even through winter, but sadly, the fresh balsam Christmas tree is beginning to lose more and more of its needles each day and will soon look like a large version of Charlie Brown’s tree. Time to place the ornaments carefully back in the big box until next year.
I remember watching a Sesame Street video when my kids were little, where Elmo wishes Santa would come every day. He got his wish in a dream and quickly realized how dreadful it feels to always be bombarded with treats. Too much of anything is never good. (Think how bad we’d feel if we lived on Christmas cookies, cake, egg nog and wine). As the Christmas break nears its end, my teens are wishing for more time off from school. But like everyone else, teens need structure and even they will grow tired of too much down time. Everything in moderation.
At last, even my youngest child is aware of who Santa Claus is. She has not verbalized this awareness but has been my sidekick on a few shopping excursions. I am only slightly sad about this. She knows the real meaning of Christmas and cherishes every bit of the season. Asked what she loved the most about Christmas this year, she replied getting together with relatives.
Now that they’re teens, our children’s personalities and preferences are more apparent to us. Choosing gifts for them is no longer such a guessing game. This year’s choice of a Blue Ray/DVD device for the family was well received this year by everyone. My husband’s choice of a deluxe DVD set of The Waltons series two years ago: not so much.
Even if we do make mistakes in our gift-giving, teenagers are usually mature enough to still show gratitude. They know we are human. (Skinny jeans were not what I thought I was buying for my son, although I did get the waist and length right). There seems to be a general appreciation for the time and thought (and money) that goes into choosing those special gifts that end up under the tree. Who doesn’t love to be treated to something that they love but don’t necessarily need?
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I recently read about a way that well-intentioned parents can avoid that sickly feeling that comes from over-purchasing gifts for their kids. In this simple plan, each child receives four gifts:
Something they want
Something they need
Something to wear and
Something to read
The key is to start this when the kids are little — when opening four gifts each is perfectly fine, as it should be. (I do NOT recommend starting this system following a year of the kids opening 10 gifts each). This is a great system for teenagers.
In my last post, I explained that I was longing for the peace of mind I believe would come to me if I saw my kids giving back a little more. The idea was for all three of them to pitch in together to really clean up around the house (laundry, dishes, bedrooms) for an afternoon and to cook a nice meal for everyone. That has not happened yet, due to work schedules, hockey and holiday gatherings, but I am certain that it will. Each kid has expressed an interest in the plan. We shall see….
In the meantime, I came across a story/poem that has been re-posted for years on various sites and blogs. It resonates with me because it is truly what I want for my own children as they become more independent and life gets more complicated. And it is probably what other well-meaning, yet slightly indulgent and/or overprotective parents want for their own children. Not too little of anything, but not too much of anything either. Happy New Year!
“I wish you enough!”©
By Bob Perks
I never really thought that I’d spend as much time in airports as I do. I don’t know why. I always wanted to be famous and that would mean lots of travel. But I’m not famous, yet I do see more than my share of airports.
I love them and I hate them. I love them because of the people I get to watch. But they are also the same reason why I hate airports. It all comes down to “hello” and “goodbye.”I must have mentioned this a few times while writing my stories for you.
I have great difficulties with saying goodbye. Even as I write this I am experiencing that pounding sensation in my heart. If I am watching such a scene in a movie I am affected so much that I need to sit up and take a few deep breaths. So when faced with a challenge in my life I have been known to go to our local airport and watch people say goodbye. I figure nothing that is happening to me at the time could be as bad as having to say goodbye.
Watching people cling to each other, crying, and holding each other in that last embrace makes me appreciate what I have even more. Seeing them finally pull apart, extending their arms until the tips of their fingers are the last to let go, is an image that stays forefront in my mind throughout the day.
On one of my recent business trips, when I arrived at the counter to check in, the woman said, “How are you today?” I replied, “I am missing my wife already and I haven’t even said goodbye.”
She then looked at my ticket and began to ask, “How long will you…Oh, my God. You will only be gone three days!” We all laughed. My problem was I still had to say goodbye.
But I learn from goodbye moments, too.
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, “I love you. I wish you enough.” She in turn said, “Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy.”
They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?”
“Yes, I have,” I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me.
So I knew what this man experiencing.
“Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?” I asked.
“I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral,” he said.
“When you were saying goodbye I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?”
He began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.”When we said ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them,” he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he
were reciting it from memory.
“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”
He then began to sob and walked away.
My friends, I wish you enough!