Gratitude for gratitudejack
As I mentioned in my last post, Louie wanted to hear a bedtime story about money. It turns out he has a little obsession going (in the cutest way). In his words: “Daddy, I LOVE change. Can you bring me change every time you come visit?”
Apart from the deep wisdom in embracing change (oh, wait, he meant the other kind), it seemed pretty funny to me (as it often does) how opportunistic kids can be, in this case trying to get me to commit to bringing dough each and every time I go down. Smart kid.
So of course I did bring him (and Otis) change, specifically two funky 7-sided (heptagonal) coins (one from 1969, one from 1970) made in England and Ireland. The boys loved them, especially Louie, who insisted that we make him a special piggy bank for all his favorite coins.
Then, at dinner, he said something that really surprised me: “Daddy, I just want you to know how much I love my coin. It’s really special. It’s my favorite one. It was a very nice present.”
Now, remember, he’s 6. How wonderful to see gratitude in a kid his age, completely unprompted by the parents. But before you think I’m bragging, remember, I can’t take any credit in this; it’s his moms who have helped make him (and Otis) such well-mannered little boys.
S0, in a nutshell, I’m just really grateful that I have such great baby-mamas raising such wonderful chaps. And could there ever be too much gratitude?