How do you choose the best give you ever gave?
Is it about how big the gift was? Is it about how big of a surprise it was? Is it about how expensive the gift was? Is it about how special it was? To you? To the person you gave it to?
I’ll admit that it’s tough for me. As I mentioned yesterday, my favorite gifts are the ones I don’t ask for. They are the ones that people pick out just for me because they think I will like it. Because they picked it for me.
As a result, I’ve held onto plaques, ugly sweaters, and other unused gifts because I felt like it was wrong to get rid of them. I felt like I just might hurt someone’s feelings who picked it out especially for me.
I’ve also learned that I create a lot of fantasies in my head and clutter in my house.
But the best gift I ever gave, I don’t even remember giving.
My parents were divorced many years ago and my mom kept all of the family photos. My dad was never the sentimental type anyway. Or so I thought.
A few weeks ago, his wife decided to email me a ton of old photos he had lying around the house. She was trying to organize a bit of their history and was hoping I could put some dates on some photos. I scanned them and was quickly reminded of my awkward adolescent years and the questionable fashion of the 1970s.
And then I came across a photo of a handwritten note. A note that was very clearly my handwriting.
I honestly don’t remember giving this to him. I don’t remember why I gave it to him. I don’t remember if I gave it to anyone else. But it’s the best gift I ever gave. Want to know why? Because he still has it.