A few days ago, we asked the kids if they would like to buy some toys to donate to other kids this Christmas. We explained that other children might not receive many presents, and it would be nice to know we helped make Christmas morning special for a child or two.
DH was especially worried about how they would react. He vividly remembers his own father insisting that he and his brothers donate some of their own toys to less fortunate kids, and feeling resentful at having to give up his stuff.
I worried that DS4 wouldn’t get it. I could see him happily picking out the toys, then being crestfallen when he realized they weren’t for him to play with.
I’m happy to report the kids exceeded all expectations. They shopped with as much enthusiasm as if they were shopping for themselves. They put thought into which toys would make them happy, and figured they would make other kids happy, as well.
We dropped the toys off at a nearby fire station, and the kids got an up close look at a shiny new rig. It was a small gesture, but it made us all feel good. We decided this is something we would like to do as a family each year.