Traditions Pure of Heart

Growing up, we didn't have much money as my dad was in the military and my mom stayed at home. Every so often my brothers and I would go to the store with my mom and help her find special deals on food. She would make it fun by telling me and my brothers to pick out a toy that someone our age and gender would like and then give us a budget. Then, in the middle of the night, we would deliver these bags of goodies to a house or apartment. I never asked how my mom found these people or knew that they needed food. We would knock on the door and run. To us as kids, it was fun. My mom gave unselfishly, never wanting to take the credit or be known that she was the giver.

When my mom grew older and I had my own children, we would go to a local coffee shop as a treat. It was there that I started my own family tradition. My mom, sons and I would scan the restaurant for someone that we could pick up the check for. We would all decide on one person and then pay for their meal, asking the waitress not to tell them who did it. It was fun to see the expressions of wonder on their faces as they looked around, trying to guess who did it. My sons are teenagers now, and we still carry on this tradition whenever we can.

Imagine if we all did something like this, how lovely this life would be. You never know the impact you have on someone!