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Operation: Gratitude

I was a spoiled kid.

In fact, I am still spoiled. My parents bought me a dozen roses and my entire family showered me with gifts and love and awesomeness and a disgusting amount of delicious, delicious food last weekend as we celebrated my graduation a year after starting PR school. If you were near me right now, you’d be able to see the drool dripping down my chinny-chin-chin because the food was that awesome. Broccoli salad should be illegal, you guys. 

But I digress. Spoiled rotten I was, and remain to be so I guess it won’t come as a surprise that my sweet little guy is also spoiled.

F has so many toys that he has a full collection at my mom’s house and a full collection at my house. He’s got movies, books, an iPod Touch and all kinds of cool gadgets that didn’t exist when I was a kid. I take full responsibility for spoiling my child. I want him to have all of the nice things I had growing up, and more. I want to give him these things, and when I can’t it breaks my heart. And, admittedly, I’ve been giving him things to try to compensate for his dad not being here.

But it’s time I give him more. I’m going to give him compassion. I’m going to give him understanding. I’m going to give him more love. And today, he’s going to give toys to someone else as we fill a box full of items for a child in need this Christmas. 

My parents gave me toys and clothes and stuff, but they also gave me morals and values and a desire to make the world a better place. Now, I work for one of the biggest, most recognizable charities in the world and I help people day in and day out. It’s time F learns how amazing it is to give. It’s time F realizes how lucky we are. It’s time he learns what gratitude is.

Will it be easy? Probably not. But it will be worth it. Stay tuned for photos, videos and a copy of the letter we send to a 2-4 year old boy in need this Christmas.  

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