Actually, it’s a different name, but the intent is the same.
Last night, after dropping Keb off at CDC (we’re implored to, “Go out on a date.”), we ended up over at Target (because we couldn’t decide where or if to go out to dinner) to buy gifts for children in need. Now, I don’t know if you know this about my husband, but he is easily one of the best examples of Christianity out there. He is kind, considerate, non-confrontational (until REALLY pushed), community minded, and charitable. He walks the walk of someone who believes that actions speak louder than words, and that it’s our job to make the world a better place.
Thus our date to Target. There we went through the toy aisle to buy the gift listed on the card. We debated (yes, they aren’t even our children) the merits of one helmet over another — making sure the bike helmets were right versus skateboarding helmets which need more coverage. We couldn’t find the African-American Baby Alive doll at first. I was willing to give another baby “of color”. The look Taed gave me –reminding me he could find one at Toys R Us (maybe) or Walmart. We scoured the aisles more than once looking for a particular gift just to make sure we hadn’t missed it. Our trip to the toothbrush aisle consisted of buying LOTS of toothbrushes (it’s on the card as well) because he thought some of his colleagues might have forgotten to complete that step.
Something between $250 and $300 later, we’d (sure, I’m giving myself some credit here! :D) managed to find something for 80% of the cards he brought home. Today he’ll be heading to Walmart (’cause our trip to Toys R Us was a BUST!) to see if he can find gifts for the remaining 3-4 kids. After all, he’s pretty sure that EVERYONE deserves a Merry Christmas (if that’s what you celebrate).
In Yiddish, there is a word “mensch” which means a person of integrity and honor. My husband is a mensch.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Seasons Greetings, and Merry Whatchamacelebrate to everyone. ‘Tis the season to be a mensch.