When I was a teenager, my mom and I used to go shopping on Black Friday. Well … she would shop. I would usually end up sprawled on the sidewalk in front of the mall, reading a book and waiting for her to finish buying gifts for our family.
It should be noted, though, that my mom didn’t necessarily enjoy these dawn excursions with a whiny teen. She did it because she loved us, and she wanted Christmas to be special. Our family wasn’t wealthy, and she saved all year to buy those gifts — to demonstrate in a tangible way that she knew us, knew what we liked. And that she loved us.
And even the malls couldn’t interfere with that mother’s heart.
In a lot of ways, Giving Tuesday feels a long way from a crowded mall on Black Friday. Yet, it is my mom, and the many sacrifices she made during my childhood, who I think of as I prepare for this year’s Giving Tuesday event. It’s a day to focus on giving rather than receiving. And to me, nothing embodies that like mothers.