Christmas is one of those times when I am challenged to find an appropriate gift that I think he will like, and that I like sending to him. When he was very young, it wasn't hard. There were lots of cute, fun, educational toys -- and I enjoyed finding something unique and interesting to give as a gift. This year, it seems harder.
All of the toys that I find for boys his age seem dull and unimaginative; or they simply offend my sensibilities for one reason or another. And yes, I am prone to not supply toys that I find "offensive" on whatever level. Ask my own children. They will be happy to tell you how they suffered through childhoods without toy weapons of Barbie dolls or video games that included violence. Poor things.
Anyway, somewhere last summer, I began to gather a collection of interesting, fun, and beautiful children's
books -- until I came up with a significant pile of very nice books:
And then I finally figured it out... I will become the Grandma that sends boxes of books! I will hunt down neat and interesting and beautiful children's books, and I will send them off to my sweet young grandson. They will be presents, but they will also give the two of us something to talk about. As he grows, I'll find books to send that match his interests (like pirates) and others that might expand his interests. All those fancy toys will have their day, but they will eventually fade away or fall apart. I am hoping that the books will become good friends and treasures to be visited over and over and over; enjoyed and cherished well past his childhood; perhaps tucked away to be given someday to another generation of young ones... my great grandchildren.
It all makes me happy.