Thursday, January 1, 2009
Things are not what Christmas is all about, but gifts are. On Christmas Eve my 19 year old son told me he had a gift he wanted to give me that night. He proudly handed me one sheet of paper. On that paper was the receipt for the current payment on his credit card bill. He quietly said, "Look at the balance, Mom." Zero. Debt free.
Some of you may remember when we first found out about the financial mess he had created for himself. It was tough for us to know what to do, tougher for him to have to do it. Though we could support him, he had to do it on his own. He did. He gave me a gift, but gave himself the gifts of responsibility, accountability, hard work, persistence, delayed gratification and integrity. That's quite a pile of gifts for a young man. He has much more to learn, but he's well on his way.
He asked me not to bug him about money for a year.
Note to Ben: I'm a mother...this is an impossible request. You are starting to save, right?
Another gift...sunset from the porch of our country place.