Though lacking a full night’s sleep once again, (don’t vacuum with a bum shoulder, it sets up an ache that cannot be quelled), I muster the gumption to entertain my precious three year old grand-daughter for a full morning of fun. Like my own sons when little, children give me purpose, the will to overcome many challenges, and to power through. I feel joy alongside despair.
She is onto gift making which is good because her family tree could probably not hold anymore of the countless paper ornaments she has painted and sparkled.
Shh, this is a candle holder for Mommy. Daddy’s desk organizer, painted blue, is drying on the table. Her older brother will receive an item which came from a hand-made toy, or trick, that I made in my own youth.
White yarn is placed in an empty dish liquid container, tying a knot at both ends so it won’t shoot all the way out. While holding it up to someone’s nose, you ask them to smell the nice scent. Then squeeze. The yarn shoots out like a squirt of soap surprising the intended victim without hurting them. He will love it. His parents? —maybe not.
The Christmas girl then wraps her items, humming Jingle Bells, and completes them without any help from me. She proudly places the gay packages into a green sac happily hoisting it over her shoulder for the ride home. I know they will immediately be put under the tree. It will be interesting to see whether she can wait till Christmas for her family to open them.
The week prior we had taken her brother shopping at the Dollar Store like we have done for the last several years. He loves to pick out gifts for the family although the first year we went it was hard to get him to concentrate on the family. There were just so many great trucks, cars and other goodies he would love to have for himself. But he has the hang of it now, even bringing his own wallet and money. Once he arrived home, the presents went under the tree with great glee.