>My Christmas Present


My kid doesn’t realize it, but she gave me the best Christmas present ever.


Out of the blue she says, “I’m afraid to have kids.”


I put down the book I’m reading. “Why?”


“What if they don’t turn out okay? I’d want them to be like, you know, how you raised me. I’d want them to learn about being kind, polite and, you know, generous.”


Holding a tight grip on the lump in my throat, I told her, “If it makes you feel any better, the only thing Daddy and I knew at the beginning was how to love you. That was the easy part. Start there.”


She nodded sagely. “Okay, Mama.”


Yeah, no wrapped gifts compare…


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  1. >That post brought tears to my eyes! What a great kid!

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