Thursday, December 14
My Camera Died... and other suprises
I was beginning to think I had it all together... until yesterday.
Yesterday I took my mother Christmas shopping again. I don't remember if we went last week. But I did go shopping with my father last week.
Shopping with Pop is much quicker... almost manic. That's a man thing and he's a 72 year old man that's used to a regime... his.
I think his main intent on taking me was to pick out something for my mother. I bravely stood on the sidelines, encouraging him to make the final decision his own. I hope he understood this and will eventually be confident enough to admit he picked out the gift.
Which brings up an interesting point--when did buying gifts become such a problem? What happenend to the "thought" part? Granted, the best gifts are those that utterly delight the recipient, but we have all done that at some point in our lives... hopefully, many many times.
But now, all of a sudden, we second-guess ourselves to the point that we can't even make a damn decision. Often times, once we do, we still second-guess the decision, after the fact!
First off, a gift is just that--something one gives to another. How marvelous! Isn't it nice that someone thought enough of us to share? To go to the trouble of presenting us with something, expecting nothing in return but our gratitude? (Okay, I added the gratitude. That's a "me" thing.)
The bottom line is, the giver wants to make us smile. A gift is a token of appreciation and is not always a tangible item, either.
I try to follow one rule of thumb--to always give something I would genuinely appreciate myself.