Back in the 1980's, while I was a single Mom, working and trying to care for my children and I, my children didn't get all they wanted. But they got what they needed. When other children had brand new clothes, I had to go to second hand stores and get theirs. They didn't seem to mind. They took things in stride. After all we had a place to call home, full of love, clothes to wear and food to eat.
My children were fairly happy children. They played outside, didn't like that I had to know where they were all the time. But put up with it as it was, "Just Mom".
We lived off the welfare system, as even with me working 40 hours a week, it just wasn't enough to go around for all we needed. When I would have some change left, I would often give my children the change, divide it between the two of them. They would put it away in their rooms.
One day my oldest son tells me... "I been praying to God, like you tell us to do and like we do in Church". I told him that was great that the Lord would help us in our daily life. He said to me "No I am praying for something else". I said "OH what is that?" He just smiled and said it was a surprise.
Time went on, perhaps a year or so. My son came home from school (he was in about 3rd grade) he was all smiles. I said to him "something good must of happen to you in school today". Yes he said. I said to him "Do you want to tell me?" Sure Mom he said to me. Then he said also "I been asking the Lord to help me find someone, who needed something more then I did, I been saving my change for this and it happen today in school".
He continue to tell me "that a little kid, in school had no lunch money so he bought him his lunch, with his change from me. And that another kid in school needed some mittens, as it was cold out and he chipped in with other kids to buy him a pair of mittens". My son was just glowing with pride, not only because he had been praying for God to help him find someone to help, but that it came to be he was able to help someone and felt good about it too.
My eldest son is now a young man, he still gives of himself to others. He helps wrap gifts for Christmas time in a Church, he has shoveled sidewalks for the elderly, he gives to the Salvation Army and many other gifts of Love from his heart.
I once asked him as he got older "why did you give your money you got, to someone else, instead of keeping for yourself to get yourself something?" His simple reply was "Mom I had everything, that money couldn't buy, I had you and my brother and God". What more could I say.