The big brother cried small silent tears of joy when he opened his gift from the little brother. I’m serious: He. Cried.
For the last few years, we have been helping our boys develop the ability to make each other gifts. It has turned our Xmas morning into an entirely different affair. There is really no yelling and screaming, no whining and crying. Sure, we have to help the Littles along at times, but there is genuinely an atmosphere of striving to love and care for the other person, of feeling appreciated and honored for our own selves.
It’s a pastor’s dream, to be frank.