My child has everything.
She has the necessities covered (with enough leftover to pay “rent” and help others).
And, for now at least, she’s not the child who possesses a running mental (or Amazon wish) list of what she longs to own.
Sure, she likes her some Shopkins.
*Yes* she’ll happily accept a gift of anything roller skating-related.
For the most part though she’s not into material stuff.
(and no, even though she’s asked, she’s not getting another puppy.)
one child + one dog = done.
Each year for her birthday I struggle to come up with an idea for a present.
I want to find something meaningful. I want to create something memorable. I typically fall back on something experiential.
My child “needs” nothing.
The caveat, however, is these tokens are more highly valued if they are of the homemade variety.
She gives what she wants to receive (2.11.14)
As a result, fairly soon after the previous year’s celebration wraps up, I begin pondering next year’s gift.
A way to make her something (although I possess zero crafting skills) which she’ll love now and, hopefully, want to save for when she’s older, too.
The point of today’s post (yep. getting there in a circuitous fashion.) is to share an idea I had for a gift.
Something about which I’m excited and have had so much fun with already I wondered if (ala this) you might wanna join me and do it for a loved one in your life.
Here’s my plan.
- I’ve purchased a cookie jar.
(I went this route. Your gift-receiver may be of the more traditional variety.)
- I’ve begun to fill it with notes. The theme I’ve chosen for my missives is Thank you for all you’ve taught me. I’ve already filled journals with stories about her & the things she’s done. I’ve notebooks scrawled with life-wisdoms I want to leave for her in case anything happens to me (morbid, I realize). She defines herself as a nurturer and teacher and I wanted my notes to reflect that.
- I jot my thank you thoughts down as they occur to me and, at week’s end, I type & print. For now I trim the papers and tuck them inside the jar. It has occurred to me I could laminate the notes. It has also occurred to me that will most likely never happen (I like to set myself up for success).
And that’s it.
slowly filling with memories…
Sharing this plan/process with friends has sparked conversations around love languages and the challenge of giving 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 them makes a powerful and positive difference in the way the relationship dynamic unfolds.
The person feels heard and understood because she’s receiving love in the way she needs—even if it’s not what we would choose to feel treasured or valued.
(See? Old school blogging. I’d planned only to share my idea and somehow detoured into admonishing you to learn your love ones’ languages.)
And now that’s *really* it.
- A love language examined.
- A cookie jar crammed with notes.
- An awareness I’ll never, ever laminate.
- And eight months to go until the official bestowing upon her day.
- When was the last time you gave a homemade gift?
- Have you considered the Love Language of special people in your life?