A Letter to My Lady Babies

On Holidays

I have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. I hate a lot of the human behaviors: Whether it’s fighting over parking spots, increase in theft, petty arguments, general stress, financial worries, commercialism, cranky kids, etc. (I could go on, and on, and on…)   And if you ever saw it, you would even say it blows {thanks, ShortStack, for the new Rudolph lyrics – mom’s getting a lot of mileage out of ’em}.

But, I love the spirit of the season:  Joy, reflection, giving, togetherness. These are qualities I hope to instill in the two of you above others – and for me it all starts with giving.  Why a priority on giving?  Because it’s one of the few things in life we can’t manufacture. 

Fostering this spirit begins at a very young age.  As such, this year it was our pleasure to find two not-as-fortunate girls to give to.  Both are about your age(s) so you all understand clothes and (more importantly) toys to be very valuable commodities.  Despite our tradition of buying each of you only two gifts we went to the store and picked out lots of things for two girls you don’t know. 

Your dad and I were thrilled that the two of you (by your own assertion) learned their names and what each had requested.  I know you would have loved that Dora cash register – I wanted to play with it myself!!  Yeah, and that one shirt:  Every girl needs zebra-stripes in her closet.  But, I was overwhelmed with gratification when (despite knowing that you would enjoy everything we had selected), you wanted to meet these two girls and present the gifts to them yourselves – not one sob because you couldn’t play with them; not one protest because you couldn’t keep them.  (Insert proud parent tears here.)

Eventually I hope you’ll understand that, more than toys, what you gave these girls was the gift of time – you took time out of your life to do something for someone you hadn’t ever met and will probably never know.  When someone gives the gift of time they’re giving something they have very little of, and something they can never get back.  I hope you’ll always spend yours wisely.

Merry Christmas, girlies, and I hope you know I love you!

P.S.  On the 10th day of each month I’ll be contributing a post alongside other women in a series called “Letters to our Daughters”. I’ll bet Danika has something to say to her daughter we can all learn from.

4 Comments

  1. by Heather on December 11, 2012  9:19 pm Reply

    Jessica, your girls are so sweet and I love your "voice" in the way you write to them. :)

  2. by Sarah Vaughn on December 12, 2012  8:59 am Reply

    Ahhh Jessica! You have such a wonderful strong, fun, real voice when you write. I love your topic and images. I too miss this ritual I always had of choosing toys for those who need a little help this time of year. You have reminded me that it is one of my favorite parts of Xmas - and have inspired to find out where I can do this in my corner of the world. Wonderful post!!!

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  4. by Anne on December 27, 2012  6:57 pm Reply

    You have such a way with words, Jessica! I really enjoyed reading this. And what a great mom you are <3

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