I’d never get Hubs to do the Love Language test, but if I did, my guess is that his would be gifts. He gets it from his mom. She expresses love (sometimes even mild affection or tepid appreciation) through giving gifts, big and small. This means Christmas at my house can go a little overboard.
I have to be honest, I hate hearing mothers who say things like, “We don’t allow our parents to get the kids more than two gifts,” or the rule of three because that’s how many gifts Jesus received, or the “one thing they want, one they need, something to wear and something to read.” It’s not that I disagree — these are extraordinary rules to live by, and props to those who can honor them. It’s not the world I live in, though, and hearing those things doesn’t do much more than make me feel like an inadequate parent.
Hubs and I have been together for almost 10 years now, and I have accepted my share of gifts from him, and I’ve watched his mom shower countless gifts over those she loves. I’ve tried to tell her that the “stuff” she gives will never be the measure of the love my son (or I) have for her, but the gifts continue. It’s her love language, and she passed that language to her son.
While I don’t fault them for this (it took some time to get used to, but I feel nothing but gratitude), it does lead me to worry that we are, despite the best intentions, teaching the Little Guy to be materialistic. (Sometimes when my mind’s idle, I draft up extensive lists of ways I fear I’m going to turn my kid into an asshole. Weird mom fears.)
So how could I keep him from becoming a spoiled, materialistic jerk without pouring water on Hubs and MIL’s love language? It’s impossible to control the gift-giving. Trying to control it would result in drama, hurt feelings and awkwardness (also known as the quintessential American Christmas). However, I can control what I teach him.
I do my best to teach him generosity, and I’m blessed to have a boy to whom this quality comes naturally. We give him a dollar for the church offering each Sunday; we encourage him to collect donations instead of presents from his friends on his birthday (that one’s a work in progress. We’ll see). And most of all he frequently and freely takes opportunities to share.
After Christmas, I asked him if he was ready to clean out his toy box and other play areas to make room for all the “big kid stuff” he got for Christmas. I told him we could donate the things he’d outgrown or didn’t use anymore. I was optimistic. Cautiously optimistic…he is in preschool, after all.
He was on board. Beautifully, enthusiastically on board.
I let him stay up an hour and a half past bedtime as we went through every spot in our house where a toy might live, and we sorted into “keep,” “trash” or “donate.” He was saying things like, “I’m too big for that…I don’t need that anymore…I want to give that to another kid.” In fact, one thing that we discovered he had two of, he said, “Mama, I’ll keep one, and the kid who gets it will have one just like mine!” I told him he was so generous to share that toy, and he said, “I’m not sharing it, Mom, I’m giving it.”
In the end, his “donate” pile far surpassed his “keep” pile. The next day, he accompanied his dad on the annual New Years Eve pilgrimage to the donation dropoff. As to be expected, he had a touch of giver’s remorse and asked if he could keep something back for himself. It was the McDonalds Happy Meal bucket that held all the little stuff he was donating. He didn’t want the little stuff. He wanted the McDonalds bucket.
I’m so proud of this kid’s generous spirit. I’d like to take all the credit for this act of kindness, but so much of came from his heart. I do feel like I’ve planted a seed of kindness for him, and by doing so, I also empower Hubs and MIL to live out their acts of love.
I still grind my teeth when I hear the high-road tales of accepting gifts, but I feel good about our setup, and at least I know it’s all based in love. And kindness.