For many children, the passing of years is marked by when they got for Christmas. There was the train set when I was 3 (which you see above), walkie talkies and a “spy kit” when I was 9, chemistry set and electrical experiment kit when I was 11, and books for most years thereafter. The things I got seemed to reflect who I was and how the people around me saw me. I wonder how much our childhood gifts shape us?
I’m thinking about this because of different presents I’m seeing for kids around me today. Two contrasting examples stand out, because they represent entirely different approaches, at least in my mind.
A couple of my friends have a beautiful and charming young daughter named Linnea. Among Linnea’s Christmas pictures this morning, there’s a whole series of her with her 36 new containers of Play-Doh. She looks happy, and it makes me imagine all the things she’s going to pull out of her little imagination and bring to life with those little pieces of modeling clay.
A 12-year-old neighbor of mine named Joseph came running over to me excitedly a couple of hours ago to tell me that he had gotten an iPhone 4S for Christmas. He knows that I have an iPhone and he’s told me about wanting one before, so he couldn’t wait to tell me about his.

I didn’t realize this until tonight, but I have been needing to cry
2-day-old baby reminds me that miracles still happen every day
It’s best to focus on future, ’cause dead past is a ‘bridge to nowhere’
What if our best romantic decisions come by listening to ‘selfish genes’?
AUDIO: I need to reject a popular but emotionally dangerous path
Why fixate on nationality, religion and ethnicity of some mass killers?
No loneliness worse than being with others, but not the right one
Little girl’s happy ending reminds us not to be defined by tragedy