Last summer I did something that I didn't necessarily want to do but I had to at least try. I asked the readers of this blog to consider whether they would be willing to donate to send my son to summer camp. People did donate and my son ended up going to summer camp. I was floored and humbled and immensely grateful.
That's why I'm hesitant to do this again. People will think that I'm modeling myself after NPR and every six months I come up with another sob story and ask for donations. I am not NPR. I do not have an award winning news staff. I do not have coffee mugs and tote bags.
I do, however, have a daughter who is currently far away. She has been working on her fresh start at an undisclosed location beneath a volcano with a lot of lab equipment and plans for world domination.
We've already determined that there will be no materialistic exchanges this year. I am blessed with kids that have always understood that life is not about what you have. However, as we close in on the month of December and the anniversary of the end and the celebration of the beginning, I am realizing that yes, materialism is nothing but proximity is everything.
The only gift I want to give to my kids is to be together for the holidays. It's also the one thing that I am completely unable to do. I'm planning on setting up a travel fund for her after I get my tax refund. This won't happen in the future.
Currently though? There would be no greater gift than to be able to greet my girl at the airport and to talk and to talk and to talk.
So I'm putting up a donate button for a little while, upper right side of the blog. This will be for her round trip air fare from the bowels of the volcano to home.
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