The art of giving

The dictionary defines giving as “to present voluntarily and without expecting compensation; bestow: There are so many ways of giving , one can give advice , one can give love, kindness , so many ways of giving What the wise say , give advice an if people do not listen then let adversity teach them

I am often asked why I try surprising with gifts, For example my son gets his presents from Santa Claus, valentine bear, Easter bunny, birthday fairy and of course back to school elf. So he never gets anything from me, the joys of raising a child by yourself, need to keep the child interested and busy trying to figure out. Now that he is 22 we still follow the same protocol, What is wrong in giving surprises, my son never knows when he is getting something close to birthday, valentine, Easter, Christmas, when he was little he would wait up for Santa to come and often fell asleep at the stairs and I would carry him to his bedroom and then come back and pack in a hurry and put them under the tree. On other days like valentine I would bring candy and balloons in the car from Michigan and wait till he fell asleep and then cover the house with  balloons and candy, One time I was on a business trip and my friend did not come through with the surprise for my son and he called me in North Carolina and said “ Mummy Easter bunny did not come , why” that kind of bothered him and now he will never admit to it but he would always call me up at work and say Mummy Valentine bear came

I remember when I first started working my son called my office and instead of asking for me by name asked to speak to his mummy, now at my job no one knew who mummy was, it is not advisable to tell employers you are a single parent with a child, the receptionist asked him his name and he said I do not know, it is mummy, finally the receptionist figured it out that being the new employee must be me and passed the line to me

But now the 22 year old will never admit it.

The other day he told me that he never asked me to bring him anything when I went on business trips oh so soon we forget when he would jump down when I came home to get his treat, he grew up too fast, like it not I still get him a treat if I am off to a new place

Ok back again to giving   is most blessed and most acceptable when the donor remains completely anonymous, so the recipient never knows when the gift is coming ,The manner of giving is worth more than the gift., I still remember the joy in my father’s voice when out of the blue he got a brand new television or parcels for no reason at all , that is what life is about , make your loved ones happy and let them know that they are cherished

Not all can give like the wise woman but if someone cares for you enough to surprise you then feel special for not all can give and not all can surprise.

I don’t believe you have to be better than everybody else. I believe you have to be better than you ever thought you could be

Let me end with story

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.

“I’ve been thinking,” He said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”  


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