Free Versus Money, or Both?


Free Versus Money, or Both?

When my friend was staying with me she had made a comment that stuck with me. I think of it often now and compare it to what I have done when those special dates come up in my life.

A grandchild’s birthday, well I should add, that I am the worst person at remembering grandchildren’s birthdays. I usually remember but too late. I will see it on Facebook, or someone will mention it.

I am lucky to…

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Free Versus Money, or Both?


When my friend was staying with me she had made a comment that stuck with me. I think of it often now and compare it to what I have done when those special dates come up in my life.

A grandchild’s birthday, well I should add, that I am the worst person at remembering grandchildren’s birthdays. I usually remember but too late. I will see it on Facebook, or someone will mention it.

I am lucky to remember my own anymore, but then again, why would I want to remember mine. I will be the big 60 after all. I realize age is but a number, and the phrase,  you are only as old as you feel, but it freaks me out to be quite truthful.

My biggest fear in life is something I can not control, my death. Oh sure, I can eat right, keep that fat in line. I can exercise until I drop, but in the end I am going to go, just like everyone else, but still it haunts me.

I always remember my own kids birthdays. Have never forgot. When you are my kids ages you sort of, well heck, for me, I just plain run out of ideas on what to get them. How can I make them realize how much they mean to me?

My kids would be crazy if they ever thought for one moment that I didn’t love them to death. Even when it is my time to leave this earth, the kids will be the last things I think about. But with birthday’s  and Christmas it has pretty much come down to money for gifts.

One of my kids lives out-of-state. One of them lives very close to me and the last lives about 35 minutes from me. Not too bad I guess considering some parents kids live on the opposite side of the world.

When my girlfriend made the statement, time is the most precious gift you can give of yourself to anyone, that really sunk in. Gosh, it doesn’t cost a penny. It is a way to show them that I care, and I know without a doubt that I would have a wonderful new memory with the children.

We can go from that fact, to looking outside the box. Is there anyone that we are close enough to that they would also appreciate some of our time? What about that shut-in next door. Do you think they would enjoy a fifteen minute visit from us?

How about a phone call, or maybe they would enjoy opening a letter in the mail instead of those nasty bills? I bet if we use our imagination we can think of some wild, and sometimes crazy ways to spruce up a sad face or a lonely heart.

Maybe I will be creative and think of something to add to that money to just put a little extra kick in people’s lives that I care about and love this year too.

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Daily Prompt; Gimme/ The Daily Post


Was there a special gift or toy you wanted as a child but never received? What was

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it?

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I sat here for so long looking at the question. I even got up and went and did a couple of things pondering on how to answer this. I have never lied on here, and so I really don’t want to end this year with starting a bad habit.

The fact is, my parents always got me what I wanted. I am not going to say I was a spoiled brat like you may be thinking; I wasn’t. My parents must have instilled in me that we always had what we needed. I can remember way back to when I was a child, I asked for only one gift for Christmas or birthdays.

Today, children, and teens seem to have a list that is quite long of various items wanted. It was different when I was a child. Dad always said, we put clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and food in your mouth. What else could you want?

I think there was validity in that statement. He was teaching me that as parents, they were loving me and educating me, so anything else was desires. So getting that special doll or bike was a thrill. My dad knew a neighbor well enough that one year for Christmas I received a hand-made doll bed. It was very nice and could hold several baby dolls along with blankets.

Another year this same gentleman hand-made me a marble game. To look at this piece of puzzle was amazing. It had a hole at the top that you could place one or many marbles. The marbles traveled down at a zig zag speed and ended up in a box that held them in place, until you scooped them up in your little hands and started the whole process over again.

My brother and I played with the red marble game for years. I even passed it down to my own kids who also enjoyed it. A bag or marbles, what a cheap price to pay for hours of unlimited entertainment.

When I became a teenager, my parents bought me a radio to have in my own bedroom, and when I had a serious boyfriend, he bought me what was called back in the days, a receiver with two speakers. Great sounds, AM and FM stations. It was wonderful and I felt very special.

When it was time for me to drive on my own, my parents bought me my first car. A black 1961 Ford Falcon. It cost them one hundred dollars. It was small and a four door with an AM radio that I could crank up to my listening level. I drove it to work at my part-time job as a waitress. I put the gas in it and helped pay half of the auto insurance. I was a very proud young lady. I had my own set of wheels. I was not allowed to drive it for pleasure until I had proven that I was trustworthy. I could not drive it to school either.

Respect is what my parents gifted me with. Respect for the law, the work place, friendships, and for others. I should have been gifting them all of those years, instead of the other way around.

I had good parents. We squabbled but what families do not. I was trying to gain my independence, and they didn’t like it when I tried to go outside of the line. Today my parents are in heaven. So for the final statement of this Daily Prompt, I will just look up the heavens and say, great job Mom and Dad. You showed me you loved me by guiding me into this big world with patience, love and laughter.