Who doesn’t like getting a wonderful gift? Even better, isn’t it fun when you surprise the recipient and perhaps yourself, in finding the perfect gift?
I think my husband is the most fun to shop for. Our first or second Christmas married, I got Rick a roll top desk. I thought it was in keeping with his traditional tastes and I thought all the cubbies would inspire him to keep things in special places. For Christmases when the girls were growing up, Santa always had a “toy” for Daddy in keeping with his playful spirit. A remote aircraft carrier, caterpillar hauler, an airforce jet. Not only did he enjoy them on Christmas day, the girls did, too. Having grown up with brothers, toys for boys weren’t foreign to me at all.
But then, I’ve picked up some boomerangs, things I’ve just loved but came right back to me. 😦 On a trip to the Olympia Peninsula with my mother I raved about some flannel moose pants…red with black mooses all over…I just had to have them, a souvenir of this wonderful trip. I got a pair for myself and even my mother agreed they were cute. I got some for her. Then it occurred to me to pick up a pair for tomboy daughter who loves camping. Years later my mother’s pants came back to me. Then daughter gave me her pair back. She and mom must have collaborated on their excuse because it was the same, “They never really fit right,” each said “I know how much you enjoy them.” “Yes, but three pair?” And the excuse was a bit unbelievable for a one size fits all gift. Sigh!
Stuff just doesn’t matter any more…unless you’re a child.* Being together is the best gift of all. My gift to myself at the end of this semester? I’ll be traveling in May to visit daughter #1 and GS1 and hope to connect with a few blogging buddies on the west coast. Also, Memorial Day weekend is coming up and both girls will be with us for their almost twin birthdays, just a few days apart.
*I remember my grandmothers always brought us a gift when they came to visit. Moesje who came from Mexico brought figurines, leather wallets, a Mexican silver ring, handknit slippers. My grandmother in Alaska brought scrimshaw, a small eskimo doll with a fur parka, or something else she had sewn up for me. My dad always brought something home from a business trip. Something to enchant, something to remember them by. Something that let us know they had chosen it just for us.
I’ve packed something special for 2 little guys out in CA and I hope they enjoy what I’m bringing. (wink)