As I reflect upon the generosity of our friends, family, and even a stranger or two, I admire each household’s selflessness in giving time, wisdom, and creative and generous presents. Most of all, I am astounded how each gesture is a direct reflection of who they are: playful, pragmatic, caring, formal, experienced, and the list goes on.
Way back in 1983, it was believed that gifts become “containers for the being of the donor who gives a portion of that being to the recipient.” (John F. Sherry Jr. “Gift Giving in Anthological Perspective,” Journal of Consumer Research) In layman’s terms: we are what we give. Case in point…
Lucie’s pink Oshkosh b’Gosh overalls came from our friend who spends her weekends on a tractor and is basically a walking Better Homes and Gardens manual.
A mother of two young ones herself will drop her boys off at her family’s house to spend a few hours with Lucie so that Mama K can run errands, go to meetings or take a much needed nap on her own schedule.
The former Johns Hopkins librarian and her Ivy League-educated partner contributed to Lucie’s college fund.
A set of onesies that read “I love grandpa” and “I love grandma” came not from Lucie’s grandparents, but from family members who cherish the extended family unit, and are grandparents themselves.
Photos from the photographer.
Music from the musician.
A piggy bank from the financial advisor.
“Best of Breed” items from new parents.
Lactation advice from the former lactation consultant.
…this is in NO WAY a comprehensive list of the amazing generosity to which we’ve been privy. But since it is the only Mother’s Day present we received, I can unabashedly single out this very awesome gift from an old-school gamer: