|A pile of Christmas gifts|
I asked Betty Ativie, the woman who inspired this series of posts on fondest childhood Christmas memories, to share one of her memorable Christmas experiences.
I will never forget the Christmas morning of 1984. My youngest son Chad had been born on June 22 of that same year. I held my baby in my arms that Christmas morning and watched as my six-year-old son, Matthew opened his gifts. Perhaps it was the joy and excitement on Matthew's face that alerted Chad he was entitled to the same happiness. When Chad climbed down from my arms and realized there were no presents for him, he fell out backwards on the floor.
|Betty's handsome sons, Matthew and Chad|
Just because a baby can't talk doesn't mean they can't understand or experience joy. I had made a tragic mistake that morning that a trip to the local toy store the next day would never correct. The memory still haunts me today.
Betty, you were blessed by your son's willingness to forgive and he was blessed by your willingness to correct an innocent mistake. Thank you so much for sharing this very touching story and for inspiring this blog series.
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