I was eight year old, looking around a convenience store located in the food court of the local mall. I had exactly one dollar to my name.
There it was: a sparkly, made in china christmas ornament that I decided I had to have to give to a member of my family. The price? One dollar.
The clerk rang up my purchase, I put my change on the counter and started making my way out the door feeling very satisfied.
“WAIT! You have to pay the tax!”
“…….but the price says one dollar..?
“Yes but you have to pay a dollar and seven cents. Give it back.”
I placed the ornament back on the counter and the clerk put my coin back on the counter.
“I’ll be back!” I promised. I then went and scavenged seven cents around the mall. I think I even took pennies out of the water fountain. But I got that ornament. It was so special to me.
I can’t remember who I gave that one to. But I think as I accumulated more dollars over the course of the month, I went back and bought one for each of my family members.
The sweet innocence, generosity, creativity and determination of my child self has been present in my life lately. What great opportunities to parent one’s heart ♥