This post has nothing to do with beauty, cosmetics, the latest fashions, who’s wearing what, etc. While that’s fun and good and the point of this blog, I’d really like to take this opportunity to write about what’s been on my mind in the last few weeks, and is on my mind as we start approaching the holidays.
In the past week this blog has gotten more followers than in any other week-long period of the just over a year that I have been writing. I’ve had more time to post, and generally, I actually feel like I’ve caught some footing on here. So I want to say a huge thanks for that! I started this blog as sort of an outlet for myself. I honestly still get shocked when another blogger ‘likes’ something that I write.
I love the holidays. I always have, and I always will. In classic Stephanie manner, I use it as an excuse to go scope out Sephora while I’m buying gifts for my sister. (Who always steals the makeup I buy for myself, but barely touches the stuff I buy for her. Even if it’s identical. I know. Sisters…)
However, this winter I have had a very special task at my job over break that I absolutely cherish. There is an agency called The Home for Little Wanderers, which provides services for children and families in need. Each winter, they publish a wishlist, where kids who are using the agency can ask for holiday gifts, and individuals can choose to buy that gift for the child. The children sometimes share part of their stories through the wishlist, and the donors (hopefully) make the child’s wishes come true. My job has been to go through the wishlist and, using a budget, purchase gifts for some of the children on behalf of the company I work for.
I went into this task with the wrong attitude. “Yeah, I’m getting paid to shop! Woohoo!”
I’ve spent eight hours this week reading through the stories, and have had my heart broken with each one that I read. The effects of parental terminal illness, domestic violence, drug abuse, and teenage pregnancy are absolutely devastating. I’ve seen the effects of these obstacles in my own family, as a relative of mine is involved in the Foster Care system. Unfortunately, adoption doesn’t always solve problems for the kids in Foster Care, as my family had to learn the hard way.
12 year old boys and girls should be asking for skateboards and dolls, not gift certificates to the grocery store so that they can purchase food for the holidays for their families. Obviously poverty is not an issue that is going anywhere, but I strongly believe that the children are the future, and even if the gifts my company is giving only make one kid’s holiday, then damn it, we made an impact on ONE kid, and that’s better then not having any impact at all.
This holiday season, I encourage you to give your kids (or nieces, or cousins) a hug and just tell them how much you love them. I think the holiday seasons really come to down to love, and even if you’re barely making ends meet, if you can make your kids feel safe and protected and loved, you are a special kind of person. Because unfortunately, there are not enough parents who are willing to protect the innocent babies that they bring into this world. And that, to me, is the biggest crime.