And ever since that Christmas, I have given gifts. Which depending on the size of my bank account, has varied from the moderately lavish to the homemade. One year I think I had to glue the wrapping paper shut because I ran out of money for tape. And like my bank account, my investment emotionally in gift giving has also varied from the perfunctory to the heartfelt.
But this year I want to reinvest myself in why I choose to give gifts. Because for me, when I get it right, a gift, large or small, can be an expression of how I value and love my friends and family. A gift can be a wonderful moment, a lasting memory of friendship or love exchanged. Something my friends and family can look at as a reminder of how much I care for them.
One of the very best gifts I’ve ever given was a 1920’s shell cameo with marcasite frame. I gave it to my grandmother who adores cameos and it is her very favorite one. She wears it on special occasions and she even rigged a little picture frame for it, so she can keep it on her bedside table whenever she is not wearing it. For me it was the gift giving equivalent of a home run, because not only it is something she loves for what it is, singularly, it is something sentimental and lasting and only a few people know how much which she loves cameos and I am one of them.
I’ve given gifts that I’ve remembered and given gifts that I’ve forgotten and this year I want to give only memorable gifts. Gifts that say I see you and I love you. This year I plan to be unabashedly sentimental. This year I plan to wear my gift giving on my sleeve.
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