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Three gifts.

11.11.18

It feels forever ago. It was 17 years ago when we were expecting our first child and we decided we didn’t want to get wrapped up in wrapped-up things for Christmas. We decided we were going to do things in our family a little differently.

We wanted gift giving to be an opportunity to shepherd our children as well as an opportunity to give them good things. And so, we give them 3 gifts. That’s it. 3 gifts. From us. Not from Santa. From Mom and Dad. And, these three gifts symbolize those of the wise men. Each year, before we open gifts, we read the Christmas story, emphasizing the wise men who sought out Jesus, the incarnate God, sharing the significance of each individual gift before they open their three gifts.

The wise men brought Jesus myrrh. 
Myrrh was a valuable gift of practical use—it was used medicinally for all sorts of ailments from coughs to open wounds. It was a good gift to bring a mother of a new baby. It was something she could use to care for her baby well. And, it demonstrated the gift giver’s concern and hope that the baby would be healthy and have every one of his needs met. It was also used for something else though; it was used for embalming and anointing the dead. And, so, it was a prophetic gift, meaning that it showed people something that was to come in the future, already setting up the Gospel story from the beginning. God’s son would have to die.

Our children’s first gift is a practical gift, something they can use, that meets a need they have—a piece of clothing, some sheets for their bed, a bike helmet, something like that. Sometimes they get excited about this one; sometimes they aren’t as excited. But, we make sure they know that we are giving it to show them our love for them and our hope that they will be cared for well and that all their needs will be met.

The wise men brought Jesus frankincense.
Frankincense is the purest form of incense and was used in worship. When burned, its white smoke and sweet smell would symbolize prayers going up to heaven. It creates a meaningful experience for the one who uses it as well as everyone else around. Like the first gift, it’s also symbolic and prophetic. Jesus is little like Frankincense. He is fully God, Emmanuel, God with us, and the only way to heaven. Because of Him, we can have a relationship with God and talk to him in prayer directly.

Our children’s second gift, likewise, is an experiential gift, something not tangible but something meaningful to us as a family—tickets to some sort of show or a special movie, a night out at the ball park, something like that. One year, we gave our horse-loving little girl a “pony ride” which simply involved a trip to Aunt Charlotte’s house where she got to ride her horse in a circle. She loved it. This gift may or may not cost a whole lot, but the value of it is precious. Typically, I make up some sort of graphic on the computer that is like a gift certificate for whatever their specific experience gift is and give it to them in an envelope along with a business card, ticket, or brochure for the event if there is something like that. These are the gifts our children remember year to year and often cost us the least.

The wise men brought Jesus gold.
Gold was as valuable then as it is now. It was a precious and sacrificial gift on the part of the wise men who gave it. Some say this gold paid for the holy family’s trip to Egypt that they took right away to protect Jesus’ life. Just like the other gifts, it was also a very symbolic gift in that gold was a gift given to princes when they were born. And, that is what Jesus is—royalty, a King in the line of David, King of the world, King of the whole universe, and King of our hearts. When we become a follower of Jesus, we are adopted into God’s family and we too become princes and princesses, heirs to the throne. We don’t deserve it; no matter how good we are, we won’t ever be good enough to deserve it. But, because of Jesus, God sees us like He sees His own Son. He sees us as His children. And, we become more and more like Him.

Our children’s third and last gift is a gold gift, something they really really want (or we think they’d really want). Sometimes these gifts have been a little more costly—like a lego set or a sweet new scooter. And, sometimes, they really aren’t costly at all, but just something we know they really want, something that is like gold to them. One year, the boys’ gold gifts came from Craigslist and cost a grand total of $25 put together—secondhand pet box turtles. It’s the gift that we just want to give to them because we love them and want to bless them. And, we tell them so as we present each gift to each one them.

Of course, they have grandparents and aunts and uncles, all of whom dote on our children. And, they’ve taken to choosing small gifts for each other that they pay for with their own money (which is a teachable moment in and of itself). So, yes, they do actually get more than 3 gifts and get into Black Friday deals and all the seasonal hoopla.

But, our three gifts are one way that we’ve sought to set them up to better understand that Christmas is not simply about festive music on the radio, Rudolph, sparkly trees, cookies and milk, and boxes wrapped up with fancy bows. They sure do make Christmas fun; we don’t deny that. But, they aren’t what defines Christmas; Jesus does.

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A letter to my friend on her adoption eve

10.27.18

Hi A.J.,
It’s Kelly Ayi. I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I remember the first time I met you. It was two years ago when I visited the welfare house for the first time and was waiting outside to see M.Y. get back from school. You were with him wearing your school uniform shirt and smiling big. I thought, “that little girl is so cute.” When I came back with Mark and Ashlyn and my friends in January, I got to know you a little bit better. I liked watching you do relay races in the park and dance. You still smiled big and your laugh was so cute. I said to my friends, “that little girl is delightful.” When I came back once more, one year ago, you and I spent a lot of time together. You taught me Chinese words and played my ukulele. You helped the younger kids. You painted a picture for me with both of our names on it. I framed the picture, and it hangs on the wall in my office. Your smile was bigger than I remembered. I came home and said, “that little girl is the best. My friend A.J. will be a wonderful daughter.”

Tomorrow is a big day. You are meeting your mom and dad. You will become their daughter. Some kids might feel all mixed up getting ready for that day. They might feel really happy because they have wanted a family for so long. They have watched other children leave before. Now it is finally their turn to get a family! But, they also might feel sad to leave China and their friends. They might feel scared because they do not know what living in this family and in America will be like. I wonder if you have some mixed-up feelings too. It would be okay if you did.

I have told your new parents a lot about you. I told them you are cute and delightful and will be a wonderful daughter. I have also told them that you might have big feelings, some happy and some not happy. They understand. Whatever you feel, they want to be with you. There is nothing you can feel or do that will make them not like you or not want to be your family.

I am far away now on the other side of the earth. But, I am waiting patiently until I get a message and see pictures of you with your family. They are really nice. They smile big just like you. And, they will take really good care of you.

With love,
Kelly Ayi

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