we give what we want to receive (7.18.12)
My child has everything.
She has necessities covered with enough leftover to pay “rent” and help others.
In addition, she’s not a child who possesses a running mental (or Amazon Wish) list of what she longs to own.
Sure, she likes her some Press-Ons.
*Yes* she’ll happily accept gifts of anything gymnastics-related.
For the most part, however, she doesn’t prioritize material stuff.
(and, even though she’d love one more of this non-material item, there’s no second puppy in her future.)
one child + one dog = done.
I want to gift something meaningful. I aspire to create something memorable. Invariably I fall back on the small or experiential.
she gives what she wants to receive (2.11.14)
As a result, immediately after the previous year’s celebration ends, I begin pondering next year’s gift.
A way to make something she’ll adore in the moment and, hopefully, save for when she’s older, too.
The point of today’s post (as I wind my way here in a circuitous fashion) is to share an idea.
Here’s the plan.
Purchase cookie jar.
(I went this route. Your gift-receiver may be of the more traditional variety.)
The subject I’ve chosen for my missives is Thank you for all you’ve taught me.
I’ve already filled journals with stories about her childhood antics.
Jot. Type. Print.
As I go through my days I record all my thank you thoughts in a notebook. At the end of each week I type, print and tuck my musings inside the jar.
It’s occurred to me I could laminate my missives. It’s also occurred to me that will probably never happen (I like to set myself up for success).
And that’s it.
cramming cranium with memories.
As I’ve shared my plan/process with friends it’s sparked conversations around love languages and the challenge of gifting what we might not desire to receive.
From acts of service to words of affirmation I’ve realized (finally) reflecting someone’s language back to her makes a powerful & positive difference in the way the relationship dynamic unfolds.
(See? Old school blogging. I’d planned to share my idea and detoured into love language preaching.)
And now that’s *really* it.
- love language examined.
- cookie jar crammed.
- awareness I’ll never laminate.
- 10 months until holy shit she’s a TEEN Day.
- When was the last time you made/gave a homemade gift?
- Have you considered Love Languages of special people in your life?