My daughter Abby turned eight years old last weekend and was incredibly excited for her celebration. She is a very grateful child who always says thank you for every gift she receives. My mother in law Sharon arrived with a very large gift bag and made sure everyone was watching before she gave it to Abby. My daughter opened the tissue paper and found a brand new Nintendo Switch inside. She was so happy that she clutched the box to her chest and asked if it was really hers. Sharon smiled at the attention and asked Abby what she should say in response to such a special present. Abby immediately beamed and thanked her grandmother for the best gift ever but Sharon was not satisfied with that simple answer. The atmosphere in the room changed when Sharon demanded a much more complicated and insulting thank you from my daughter. She told Abby that she needed to apologize for being undeserving while thanking her for the expensive purchase. When my daughter looked confused Sharon reached out and snatched the birthday present right back out of her hands. She told the crying child that she would keep the device until Abby learned how to properly appreciate what people did for her. I was absolutely furious and stood up to demand that my mother in law return the item to my daughter. Sharon claimed she was just trying to teach a lesson about respect and manners to an ungrateful child. My husband Will suddenly intervened and asked Abby to apologize to her grandmother which left me feeling completely shocked and betrayed. I sat back down when I noticed a specific look in the eyes of my husband that told me to trust him. Will knelt beside our daughter and asked her if she wanted to hear what real gratitude sounded like to others. He whispered something into her ear and prompted her to give a different kind of apology to Sharon. Abby looked at her grandmother and thanked her for showing everyone what a gift looks like when it is not really a gift at all. She added that she now understood how some people only give things so they can make others feel bad. Sharon was stunned by the words and tried to keep the box as my husband stood up to take it away from her. He placed the gift back into the hands of Abby and told his mother that her behavior was actually a form of cruelty.
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