Let me preface this post with this one thing: Our children do not traditionally give one another gifts at Christmas, but
it only took one girl, with one idea, to transform this house into the Giving House.
The Giving-To-Your-Sibling House, to be more accurate.
“I’m making everyone something for Christmas,” she informed us as we crushed chips into our bowls of chili. “I’ve already made a list of the supplies I need to buy and I have my own money. When can we go to the store?”
She swished her pony tail and looked around the table. “You’re gonna love what you’re all getting,” she said.
That was 3 weeks ago.
And every day, for the last 2 weeks, she has quietly wrapped gifts and arranged them in an orderly fashion under our tree.
As the pile under the tree has grown, so has the whispering and scheming and piggy bank emptying.
The boys have been hoarding dollar bills in their pockets and searching for lost coins.
Audrey has picked up extra chores that actually pay something, and the babies, well the babies are hoping I add a few dollars to their money jars.
And Elli, the dream child of the Giving House, is floating on air: A few handmade gifts, from one child in a pony tail, has grown into a frenzy of giving.
There is a buzz of excitement and a lightness of step and this tribe of children who normally run over one another to stake their claim on their place in the family, are quietly retreating to wrap gifts and make cards.
They are whispering and giggling and no longer adding wants to their own lists.
And in the frenzy of this giving, my kids are whispering Jesus.