Monday, April 4, 2011

She Went to the Party; I Got the Gift

My daughter recently attended a birthday get together for a dear friend of hers. The birthday girl turned 15 years old and all the girls in attendance were in their mid-teens.  As part of the festivities, the girls were escorted to all their favorite places: Barnes and Noble, Ed McKay's, Claire's, and the Mellow Mushroom, to name a few. Along the way, they discovered a little market selling all kinds of handmade goods. After looking at what the sellers had to offer, my dear daughter pulled out her own hard-earned money and bought her mother two gifts. 

Now there are a few things you need to understand. The first is that mom's finances stay perpetually tight.
The second is that  over the last few months mom  accidentally broke not one, but two of her very special mugs--mugs that had lots of sentimental  and symbolic value. Third, mom has a medical condition that causes her hands to break out in itchy red rings when they are too dry or irritated. Cheapo hand lotions don't do a lot to alleviate the condition.

When my daughter came home, she had a brown bag with paper crumpled in it and a crazy grin on her face. The bag was for me. As I unwrapped what was in that bag, she told me all about the little market and the artisans there. Inside the paper were two gifts: a container of  home made shea butter lotion  and a lovely hand- thrown mug. 

But wait, there's more. The shea butter is for my hands and the mugs is meant to replace the ones I broke. Now my daughter doesn't like the idea of deep water or anything floating on it--I mean she REALLY doesn't like it. But I do. My original major in college was marine biology and I adore everything about the tall masted ships. Despite her distaste for the decorations on the mug, she knew I would like them, so she bought it for me. ( I can imagine her squeezing her eyes shut as she gingerly reached for the salmon-colored mug). 

Isn't she something? She went to the party, but I got the gifts. 


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