Some time ago, a man punished his three-year-old
daughter for wasting a roll gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the
child tried to decorate a box to put under the
tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought
the gift to her father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy."
He was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction,
but his anger flared again when he found that the
box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you
know that when you give someone a present, there's
supposed to be something inside it?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in
her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not
empty. I blew kisses into the box. All
for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms
around his little girl and he begged her
forgiveness. He kept that gold box by his bed for
years. Whenever he was discouraged he would
take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of
the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as parents has
been given a gold container filled with
unconditional love and kisses from our
children. There is no more precious
possession anyone could hold.