Buying Time

“Did you get all the gifts you were looking for?” Mom asked Chad.

“No. I got yours and Grandpa’s but that was about it,” responded Chad.

“What happened? You were in the store for two hours,” queried Mom.

“I just didn’t see anything,” explained Chad.

Each year Chad worked all summer mowing lawns in the neighborhood so that he could buy his own Christmas gifts. At 11 years old, he felt like it was quite an accomplishment. He could hardly imagine what it would be like to have his parents pay for things.

This year had been tough. Chad’s dad had been in a car accident that left him without the ability to work. Money was tight and the recovery process had been slow. Chad knew that he should help out with the family finances, but Mom would hear nothing of it. She refused to accept any of Chad’s money. She felt it was his and he should be the one to spend it.

Chad didn’t like the idea of spending money on frivolous things when he knew that he should be providing the necessities for his loved ones. He leaned back on the headrest of the seat and closed his eyes.

“Chad. I don’t want you to forget that you are still a kid,” said Mom calmly. “I don’t want you to take on these burdens too soon. Now go back inside and finish your shopping. I’ve got my book here to keep me company. Now go,” instructed Mom.