My friend and an art teacher, Jane, is not only creative in her profession but in several other aspects of day-to-day life as well.
She always amazed me with her gift ideas. My biggest challenge in my life ever has been choosing gifts, whether it‘s a for children or adults. My mind gets tired and goes to sleep the moment I think about the journey I have to take to buy a gift. I feel that I have exhausted all the gift ideas from books, plants, toys, clothes, perfumes, jewelery, accessories, cosmetics and what not. I have given everything that’s available in the market and I suddenly feel a shortage of product range. I rack my mind and visit a few shops and end up buying a gift card.
But Jane always comes up with such fantastic ideas which are not only innovative and amusing but very useful as well.
Once, on my course completion she gave me a pack of warm and fuzzy socks. I looked at them askance and tucked them away in a closet in the garage. I heard myself saying: What kind of a gift is that!
Later when we planned for a winter vacation, at the last moment I gained the sense that I didn’t have warm socks for our trip to Big Bear and I had no time to run to a store. I rummaged through my closets and storage areas. I didn’t find anything other than the socks pack I disregarded. I took it along with me.
Winter was very hard that year and the pack of socks that Jane gave me came so handy and was a saving grace for the entire trip. That’s when I realized the value of that gift.
Moving forward, she gave me so many gifts like Olive oil bottles from Costco, Cakes and Chestnuts from her Korean grocery, organically grown Yams from her backyard, homemade hot patch, honey, handmade greeting cards, paper towels, spools of thread, stack of coupons, bag of yarn and ribbons, hand soap, and much other stuff which I couldn’t even imagine that could be a great bunch of gifts.
All the gifts she gave me proved to be very useful items and I made the optimum use of them. And I admired and thanked her every time those gifts proved their worth.
She not only gave me thoughtful gifts but taught me a valuable lesson that gift giving shouldn’t be a routine ritual. The feelings behind those gifts are of the essence. It’s doubtless that she always thought about me in depth whenever she chose something to give. That’s what made her gifts, even though sometimes it made no sense immediately to me, precious and special for me.
I learned, instead of running through store aisles with an insipid and tiring brain, to sit back in my couch and think about the person to whom I’m gifting rather than the gift itself.
Thank you, Jane, for teaching me how to hold a pencil to sketch a picture and the art of gift giving. Both the lessons made a difference in my life.