The yellow gold heart shape earrings with sparkly things encrusted on top were not my faves. I didn’t love the wrench for the garbage disposal – though I needed it was a teeny bit symbolic. The t-shirt two sizes too small. The award I received for doing just what I thought I should be doing, nothing more, nothing special. Kelly green crystal punch bowl. Beautiful. But, green.
Over the years, I’ve received some fabulous gifts. AND some great garage sale inventory.
But, I’ve always been touched. Now that buying presents for Sweet P and her friends’ birthday parties has become somewhat of a hobby AND I’m becoming older and more grateful, I’m thinking about this stuff a lot differently than I used to and I know this: I appreciate gifts. ANY gift, because I know now that the process of giving to another means something pretty profound to the giver. It means that they have set aside a little bit of their time, and money, and attention to consider another.
Seriously people, it takes time and attention, not to mention killer mind-reading skills to pick friendship bracelets over glitter tattoos or a stuffy with glitter eyes instead of the ice cream cone charm that glows in the dark.
It requires a moment of pause to reflect on the individual you are honoring with your gift. To think about what makes them happy, what they do, and what they like.
No matter what the gift is (singing bass anyone?), or how it is delivered, no matter whether I need it or not, I’m learning to receive all of them with more grace. Whether the gift is an award, or earrings, casseroles or hats, the gift of time or the gift of silence, the act is meaningful to me because of the intention behind it.
And so I say thank you. And I mean it.