I found a fun gift while window shopping in Michigan a couple weeks ago.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I was looking for something fun to bring home to the kids.
Honestly, I was thinking t-shirts or water bottles, or something original like that, but what I came home with were these:
You'd've thunk I'd brought home gold.
The kids loved their pencils.
They quickly divvied them up, as if I had whittled, painted and monogrammed them myself, and they have placed them in their rooms in spots that are easily seen.
I suggested they put them in the pencil drawer, so they would could use them when school starts. They said the were "never going to sharpen them". They wanted to keep them where they could read them.
Which made me laugh.
And made me think.
I too was drawn to those pretty little pencils. Drawn by the power of words.
They can build us up. Or tear us down.
Oh, that I may always use good ones!