I have to apologize for my post. I’m a day late! But I’m not a dollar short, as the old adage goes, because yesterday I found the single my nine-year-old tucked into my birthday card last month.
Biggest is pretty thoughtful for a young ‘un. She loves to give gifts, too, and she’s got talent in giving presents specific to your interests.
Last year she bought me a chocolate calculator, which was designed to look like a Hershey’s bar, at her school’s annual book fair. (In this particular case, my interest is chocolate, not math.) “I saw it and knew you’d love it, Mommy,” she said.
She knows I dig owls, too, so this year she gave me a stuffed one she and her sister named Owlbert. He hoots around on my bed (and sometimes gets a little frisky when it’s sleepy time, but that’s another post), and when I see him I remember her love for me.
None of Biggest’s gifts are expensive or elaborate, they are sweetly tailored and simple.
Which brings me to another adage: It’s the thought that counts.
We’re getting very close to Christmas, somehow, and so I can’t help but think about how we get caught up in the “need” for big-ticket items, the best toys, the braggiest presents. I’ve had some stressful moments during my holiday planning, because there’s not a lot of room in my budget for a fancy plethora under the tree this year.
But then I remember the thought and effort I’ve put into my purchases, and the love with which my gifts will be given. That has to count for something, right?
So I’m borrowing from my daughter’s gift-giving spirit this year. Will you?