Christmas day of 2007 came and went. It was the typical American Christmas—gizmos, gadgets, whatnots, and an oversized helping of turkey. Two days and a transatlantic flight later I was standing in a small other-continental village regretfully pondering my extra helping of Christmas turkey and materialism. I decided that things would be different in 2008.
This year, my wife and our extended families have decided to give a Christmas present to that little village. We want to spread our wealth, meager as it may be. We have decided to create presents for each other and donate the difference to our friends in the village. And here is where you come in.
I am creating my wife’s Christmas present-the Mother Letter Project. Simply stated, I am collecting a series of “open letters” from mothers, to mothers. Share your stories—no matter how raw or difficult. Share you concerns—no matter how foolish they may seem. Share your wisdom—no matter how you came by it. Share your mother story. The only request? Start the letter “Dear Mother” and sign it. I will compile all of the letters in a Christmas book for my wife. If you share a letter here or by email (firstname.lastname@example.org) before Christmas, you'll get your own copy of the letters.
Good stuff, huh? This got me thinking about another special gift I got. My college roommate gave me a special gift our last Christmas together. All year long when she and our other roommate would do something cute I kept saying: I want to make an ornament out of you. (No idea why, but I was twenty and at the peek of my weirdness) so when she left town she had bought a little tiny Christmas tree with picture ornaments of each of them, me and some of my family. I was so touched at how thoughtful it was.
Not to toot my own horn (of course isn’t that what a blog is?) but one day when my hubby had a bad day at work and made an off-hand comment about wanting to go to the beach I got the bright idea to make him one. I went to Wally world and got a kiddie pool, a bunch of sand, some blue construction paper and went to town on my porch (my poor neighbors below me, I bet they’re glad we moved) so when he got home and went out on our patio there was a little tiny beach just for him. If you use this idea I would say get a bigger pool if you um, plan on intimacy, ahem. Anyway.
So what was the best gift you ever got? Or gave? If you come up with a really good one I may just add it to my list on the side.. Feeling negative, check out this post on Keeper of the Cheerios and comment on the worst gift your hubby ever gave you. (the post is not all negative, I learned a ton about forgiveness, so check it out anyway.)