We’ve all been there. We spend time and money and effort into a gift for a little one and she ends up being more enamored with the box it came in. And then we joke that we should’ve just wrapped up an empty box.
As adults, we see a box. A piece of packaging. To a child still full of wonder, it’s a house, a car, a treasure chest. Endless opportunities only bound to the parameters of the imagination.
The other day I overheard my daughter talking to my husband about Mother’s Day. She was telling him the things she wanted to get me for my special day. She’s been telling everyone, including me, about how she was saving all her money in her piggy bank to take me to Disney World for Mother’s Day. We would get on a plane and stay in Cinderella’s room in her castle. However, this is not all she told my husband. She said she was also going to give me a bunch of kisses. She explained that she would get a box and blow as many kisses as possible into the box until it was full. They would then fly up to me when I opened up the present. She was clapping with excitement when she revealed her plans.
I’m not sure where she heard this or how she thought of this, but it made me smile. And not just an expression on my face sort of smile. But the one that you feel in your soul. The smile that warms your heart.
So on Mother’s Day, I will feel like a little kid again. Excited to open my empty box. And while any other adult watching me may think it’s just a plain old brown box, I know differently.
The contents mean everything. And it might possibly be the most perfect gift my little one could give me.
Although I would gladly accept the stay at Cinderella Castle too!