Gifts.

That is not my gift.  Referring not to the curly topped package but the God given ability to perform a task. 
It's what I will tell you if you ask me to work in the nursery or any other child centered leadership role.  If that doesn't suffice I can relay how many kids choked on Cheerios on my watch.
Or tell you of the unruly preschooler that while stomping her feet in defiance didn't receive nearly the same grace from me that I myself would like. 
Stopping just short of dragging her by her pony tail back to class to read that day's scripture.  
Teaching kids, is not my gift. 
But this season I was able to share many gifts that I do have with those I love. 
From hats, to scarves, to slippers, to shawls. Throw in a couple sweaters a few jars of home made jellies and Christmas was complete. 
Each project unique. 
Each one I wanted to keep so badly for myself. 
Internal conversations about how she is surely allergic to alpaca, I can't give her something that would make her sneeze!

And, wool really is too warm for a hat, her head could over-heat and then how would I feel?! 

Just because red is her favorite color surely doesn't mean she needs this intricate red shawl, jelly is fine.  In the end they won.  They always do.

My personal version of pay it forward.  Ability,  possibly the greatest gift of all.