Walking up the stairs I heard the soft, gentle voice of my three-year-old daughter “Wait here Daddy, I have a gift for you.” I sat down midflight with great expectation. This was a new stage for my daughter, I had never seen her do this before. I heard her rummaging around downstairs, and not too much longer she ambled up to where I was waiting and handed me a light pink envelope. “What is this, Sisty?” I carefully opened it as she giggled with joy. I pulled out the contents one by one:
The first was a paint swatch.
The second was a playing card, the 10 of hearts.
The third a small picture nail.
She swelled with pride as I made the biggest deal I could at my new gains. I had to hold back a few tears (it would scare and confuse her to see me cry at receiving her gift). I carefully put each back into the envelope and with a big hug told her I would treasure this. And I do. It is the first gift she has ever given me. It is also a further look into the sweet, giving, tender personality that is developing inside of her. A big tender heart who loves to share time, experiences, and things. It was one of those joys in parenting I never expected.
The envelope now resides in my sock drawer, and the memory in my heart forever.