The Little Things

I sent my son, Jake,  a Christmas card with a gift card inside.  He is turning 18 in 3 months and he doesn’t talk to me much.  Actually he doesn’t talk to me at all.  I catch glimpses of him on facebook when he posts something now and then, but we don’t interact.  Of course, I didn’t talk to my Mom much when I was his age.  In fact, I think there was quite a long time that I didn’t talk to her at all.  When you are on the brink of adulthood, you kind of just want to do your own thing.

I sent him a Christmas card with a gift card inside and I worried, of course, that the gift card meant that I had no idea what he wanted for Christmas.  But that worry only lasted a moment.  I think he is the better judge of what he wants at this point in his life.  A gift card is perfect.

I went to the post office on Friday and stood in the very long line.  I also sent cookies that Lucas made for everyone in really cool cookie containers.  I sent the Christmas card to Jake wondering what he will get with his gift card.

Tonight he messaged me for the first time in a few months and he thanked me for the card and money and we joked for a moment about what he might buy with it.  I read the text message over and over and realized that it is those little things that are important now.

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