Do you remember that sense of excitement when you were younger, knowing Santa was watching you (good or bad) and praying that everything on your wish-list would be filled? I remember and long for those days of innocence. But fortunately, having children, I have been able to see things, all over again, but this time through their eyes...and their excitement is contagious.
Today Santa arrived at our mall. The boys were able to see Santa and have a donut and milk with him. Tyler, being nine, and not necessarily believing like he used to, acted like the cool-kid, that is, until Santa approached him...knowing his name. For a quick second, my nine-year-old was a little boy again. And Josh...goodness...what four-year-olds eyes don't light up at the sight of St. Nick? This was the first year that Josh really knew who Santa was, without a doubt - and couldn't stop talking about it for most of the day.
Though, in all of this excitement, there was a moment when my heart swelled and I felt such a sense of pride as a mother. As we were walking out, the Salvation Army volunteers were ringing the bell as they always do this time of year. Tyler stopped, looked at me today and asked, "Mom, can you lend me some money - I'll do my chores - but I want to give it to someone who needs it more." I was so proud of him, and remembered even more, why this time of year can be so special.
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