Sometimes more but never less...

Yesterday I asked Jackson exactly what he wanted from Santa Claus – he had yet to produce a list for me despite my several requests.

Jackson is indulged (I like that better than spoiled) – but after brain surgery and 18 months of chemotherapy – how could he not be? I am not the only one responsible for spoiling (okay - I'll use that word after all) him - the gifts galore have spilled in week after week – month after month most from his family and friends - only some from me. He has a grateful spirit – never a brat - at times discouraged and a bit hardheaded - but never a brat.

I expected his list to be minimal – a few small things, aside from the iPhone he has mentioned once or twice in jest - or maybe not in jest, either way I never expected what I heard.

Me: “Jackson, are you still working on your Christmas list? – It’s getting time to mail it to Santa.”
Jackson: “I don’t need to give you a list – I know what I want already.”
Me: “But if we don’t mail a list to Santa, how is he gonna know? You know it takes time for Santa and his elves to make toys in their workshop – sometimes LOTS of time”
Jackson, “Oh – they don’t need to make what I want!”
Me: “Really?”
Jackson: “Yep – Just make sure that I get to go see Santa before my next MRI and I’ll tell him what I need – you don’t make miracles in a workshop, momma.”

There was nothing left to say – either that or the lump in my throat wouldn’t let the words out - he is amazing - sometimes more but never less.

Any Questions?