This picture not only represents the gift of having my parents here for several days to celebrate Easter, but also the gift Sam has.
The Gift of Gab.
Sam has the unique talent that he can chat with anyone. Certainly with his Gigi as we all walked to the park. Certainly with M and me (constantly with M and me). And certainly with the mail man, the trash collectors, AND the grocery store clerk.
The kid knows what he’s doing. It’s his questions. He figures out what the other person is interested in and asks them about that until they’re chatting away and Sam is happy that they’re happy.
And he’s happy because he’s chatting.
Last week he chatted with the secretary at his school for a few hours. He wouldn’t have had the chance to BE with the secretary for a few hours, if it wasn’t for his gift of gab.
In the morning, I told the twins I’d pick them up at one o’clock so we could go to Kemah together.
At school that day, the twins asked their teacher what time it was. When she told them it was 11, they convinced her that they needed to go to the office at 11 because I was picking them up for Kemah RIGHT THEN.
From all accounts, Sam and Elisabeth spent the rest of the morning, and part of the afternoon, chatting with the secretary. They told her stories. They insisted they didn’t need to eat their lunches, and that jelly beans were just fine.
Sam asked her lots and lots and lots of questions.
One of his questions was, “Where’s my mom?”
I guess the secretary was wondering that too, because she called me about quarter to one, wondering what had happened. That’s when I learned that Sam had used his gift of gab to spend a delightful morning out of class and in the office.
And for him, that was the best gift of all.
