Let’s face it, as an only child, birthdays and Christmas are amazing! Why? Well, simply because it’s literally all about you. Although my parents did have a lot of disposable income, and expensive gifts were not really a thing, I received very thoughtful and wonderful gifts as a child. It really was a reflection of how well my parents knew their child. I was a creative and artistic kid, and I often got gifts that reflected that.
The most memorable gift I’ve ever received, the gift of all gifts, was an electric guitar I received when I was 15 years old. As much as I loved it, I never got very good at it, and eventually, it started to collect dust. Regardless of this, it was still a very special and symbolic gift. Gifts are often funny like that. It has very little to do with the product, and everything to do with the intention.
And, I believe, the intention was an investment – not only a big monetary investment, a sacrifice from a parent, but also an investment in a child’s interests and personality. It closed the gap between us, and although at the time, and perhaps for many years to follow, it did not seem this way, I saw them on a different level – as people, I guess. My love and understanding of who they were, not only parents but as people, was solidified that Christmas.
A message was sent at this time – perhaps even they did not know they were sending it – be that as it may, at that moment and thenceforward, I felt advocated for. Until this day, I feel that my parents are experts at helping me cultivate who I am. In truth, I wish I had never let the guitar go, regardless of whether or not it ever got any use. It would have been a fantastic symbolic gift to give my children so they would also know I am forever their biggest fan.