I'm A Proud Mom!

What will you do, if you were nine, and all the kids around you were called to get a present from the church' christmas tree...except for you? You were the only one not called, and was not included in the list? You were not given anything...not even a box of crayons or something that would make you feel you belong.  Your mom kept on saying, it's alright, but even she, knows it was not okay.  You were not a member of the church since your parents wanted to attend to other other churches too.  They are still looking for a church right for the family, where you would all grow spiritually. But in your mind, you have bonded with the children in this particular church and it is where you'd like to go to every Sunday. Afterall, you've been attending quite regularly for several months now. 

If I were the kid, I'd cry. But not my kid. Sure, he was really sad, and I saw it in his eyes. What with all the kids excited to go to the tree and get their gifts? Opening them in front of his very eyes? I almost cry watching my son so sad during the event.  I wish, in those times, I could protect him. I wish we have not seen that part. I wish I have an instant gift especially for him under that tree.  I wish the organizers had the heart to wrap anything, any stuff, just in case there are other kids there.  At that time, it doesn't matter what's inside the box.  What matters is that there is no child left behind.  In this case, there was, and it was my son.

I was also a Sunday school teacher in the Philippines for many years, and have had my share of Children's Christmas parties.  I would always remember of getting something extra, just in case there are some guests.

It is apparent that I haven't moved on.  Because if I did, I would not write anything about it here on my blog.  My son, however, had.  After just 30 minutes, he was playing with the kids, as if nothing happened.  I am so proud of him! I had asked him then if he was okay, even without a gift, and he said, "Yes mom, I am fine," with a big smile.  He never mentioned it again.  I'm glad he was not scarred emotionally. 

Christmas is about giving and sharing, and forgiving.  I pray that like my son, I'd soon move forward, not letting this incident stir any strong emotions in me, again.