This post is all for you. I want you to know that you are growing up privileged (we hate the word 'spoiled'!) and that it is a struggle for us everyday to make sure that you are thankful for the amazing childhood that you have.
Today you burst into tears. Why? Because you had no food in your belly? No roof over your head? No mother and father and sister and grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins to love you? Nope. None of those. It was because we mentioned to you that you would be sharing a room with Avery in the summer house that we rented. You have had a summer house every single summer since you were born, so I should not have to explain what that is, right? Oh and that instead of going to Jamaica for your November school break this year that we would be going to Florida to visit Grandma and Pop in their new house. With a pool. Right outside your bedroom door.
You poor dear. How can you ever survive such treatment and injustices?
Or in other words, when you give tzedakah, not only should you want to help others, but you should always be cognizant of all that you have. You are one VERY lucky little boy. And I want you to behave as such.