I recently went to a fundraising event in our area. One that raises money for Christmas gifts for children. It surprised me who was there. Mostly families that looked like they could use a hand. Ones, like us, who are strapped for every dime. The cashing-in-bottles-for-extra-cash type. All of us donating some of that extra cash, to buy a coloring book or some matchbox cars for an area youth.
With times as tough as they are for the majority of us, I can only imagine the numbers of applicants requesting help from this program.
Then there are the "too proud to ask for help", types. The coupon clippers. The sales flyer shoppers. The bottle collectors.
That's the rest of us!
Yet we scrounge enough to buy a package of PlayDough at our local dollar tree.. Jeans marked down at Walmart...plan a "handmade" holiday.
I like to think that this teaches my children humility. The value of a buck. That it is better to give than to receive.
I am reminded of a story.
My then 13-year-old asked me, "Mom, are we poor?"
"No honey. We are thrifty. I am teaching you to appreciate what you have. Building character," I said.
I remember being proud of my answer. Knowing that I said just the "right" thing.
She responded, "Yeah, that's what all the poor mothers say!"
So again this year, I plan my handmade holiday. Clip my coupons. Shop the sales racks. Cash in our bottles.
I know that we are "poor".
But, that's OK.
I have a roof over my head. Food in my belly. Beautiful, thoughtful, and kind children (really!). And a husband who adores me.
That is the magic of the season.
And that's exactly what all the poor mothers say!