Dadof3inNH - please read this - it is the same subject of not accepting charity, but seen through a child’s eyes.
We grew up poor like many other kids did and still do. One Christmas must have been very difficult for my parents. It was the worst on earth for me at age 8. My sister was 11, and my brother was 15.
It was Christmas Eve. A few men knocked on our door. My Mom and Dad answered the door knock together. The men were from a club (I believe the local Lions Club) which helped people. They had brought gifts - lots of them - for the kids in the home. The kids were us! Wow - real gifts for us!
Mom and Dad told the men that they did not accept charity from anyone. They refused the gifts. They would not allow them to leave any gifts for the kids. None. We were extremely disappointed that the gifts for us were sent away. I can still hear my parents saying “We don’t accept charity from anyone”.
As an adult, I do understand why they felt humiliated. But as a child, we saw two parents who hated us because they did not want to see us be happy.
On Christmas morning we opened our gifts from Santa. I got a pair of red rubber rain boots. My sister got a sweater. My brother got a chemistry set. I resented my parents for refusing gifts which were meant for us.
Every Christmas since age 8, I have remembered the men with gifts. I remember how they were turned away because our parents were “too proud” to accept charity. I wonder each year what the wonderfully wrapped presents had contained. How do you tell an 8 year old to be thankful for red rubber boots on Christmas?
I am 72 years old now. I support groups who make Christmas wonderful for kids. I applaud the kindness of a giver. Please don’t be too proud to take help on Christmas, or birthdays, or any other special days, if needed. Be thankful for the givers and workers who cared about your child. Let your child be a kid!
Thanks for reading this! I’m sorry it was so long!