As I close in on 2 am, exhausted yet satisfied with tonight’s accomplishments, I recalled a countless number of folks who dismissed homemade gifts over my accumulative years of life.
The candied pecans, Christmas cookies, or crocheted crafts. A patchwork quilt, knitted sweater, or embroidered wall art.
“Oh, thank you”, while the person contemplated who would receive the re-gift or where it could be donated.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Thought, energy, and time.
It just may be that there is no gift more meaningful than a homemade one.
It is an investment, a gift made with love, care and effort. And trust me – it is exhausting, a sincere labor of love.
When I was a child, a family friend gave me what I considered to be ‘weird gifts,’ – educational, artsy. At the time, I couldn’t relate.
Today I, too, am that person! Gifts that aim to inspire growth, teach something, or make a difference in some small and meaningful way. Is there anything better?
Not for me! Bring it on!
So this year, when you fondle a homemade gift and struggle to find some gratitude, think twice – and dig deep to stir up some appreciation.
Whether it be dog treats, sugar cookies, or some other investment of energy and time, be reminded of the effort and care someone put into that gift.
I’m the first one to give cash and gift cards because I want you to get what you want to get. Thoughtless? No.
But if I accompany that, or substitute it with something homemade, please know that I – or anyone who chooses to do so – have lost countless hours of sleep, worked tirelessly, and poured our hearts and souls into the end result.
That is truly a gift made with more love and care than you could even fathom.
