One year while I was sorta still living at home (I say that because I was hardly ever at home) I remember there were no presents for me under our Christmas tree. Yeah, I was nervous because my mom and I had had a rough year - the relationship was strained and I wasn't sure what was going to happen that year.
I would look there almost every day as I saw new packages pop up - the tags on the package never had my name.
I was so happy I did finally get one gift! Yahoo! My heart was feeling better that maybe I would get some things after all and not be embarrased that I was going to be the 'kid punished' that year.
I remember only 2 gifts; one I still have - it is a hand made stitch work of a frog with the phrase "Frogs are smart, they eat what bugs them".
The other gift was a roll top desk.
I had always wanted one. I just thought they were the coolest ever.
I don't even remember how the desk got presented to me that Christmas.
It was too big to wrap - and I don't remember how I got it out of the house or upstairs to my room, but it went with me when I did move out.
I had the desk for many years. I believe it finally got donated to the GoodWill during the remodel of our home. I want to say that was 2008 or so.
The gift was tremendous. I am sure it was expensive. It was probably a difficult thing for my mom to do to select only one or two things to give - you see my mom was very generous, but also very calculated.
Gifts are for the giver, not really for the reciever. But the greater the love that goes into the selection or creation of the gift, the more valuable the gift becomes.
