The Gifts that Remain
On Christmas morning I emptied my stocking and opened my other presents, leaving the TP under the tree. Finally, Jean and then Mom encouraged me to open her gift. It was a little stuffed donkey which quickly became a favorite in my menagerie of stuffed animals.
So today, an early birthday present from my mother came in the mail with this note:
Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great day. It's hard to believe my baby is sixty years old. I must be very, very old.
The gift enclosed is also old. You will notice wear and tear. After you mentioned it, I felt I must send it back to you.
Love, - Mom
And there was my donkey, looking rather pitiful, but still kicking. I must say I was as touched to receive this little fellow today as the first time I opened it fifty-five years ago. Grateful today for a mother's love and all the gifts that remain.