As Christmas draws near, I did finally nail down some Christmas gifts for my mother.
Are they perfect? No. But it’s the thought that counts, right?
Last year I went the sentimental route — partly because I didn’t have a lot of cash — and it turned out better than I expected. However, this year, it felt as though I may have backed myself into a corner.
This year, I wanted to actually purchase something for my mother’s gift, but as you may remember from a previous column, I was having a difficult time. When I couldn’t find the perfect gift, I thought about going the sentimental route again, but couldn’t think of anything that would top last year’s gift.
Last year I wrote my mother multiple letters. I wrote her one to open on Christmas, and several others to open throughout life events. “Open this if I ever get married,” “Open this if I’ve been too busy to make time to visit,” etc.
I felt at the time that it was a bit of a cop out, but she loved them.
It took me right up until last week to finally find a few gifts I thought were satisfactory — although I’m not sure if the gifts were better, or I just knew time was running out.
They’re good. My mother will love them and be happy. I’m happy with them, but they still didn’t feel perfect. And as you may also remember, giving the perfect gift is like a drug for me. It gives me a rush and a great feeling of happiness. It’s honestly one of the only things I like about winter, with its cold, gloomy weather.
I got what I believe were perfect gifts for several of my friends, and even one for my father, but mom still eluded me. So she’ll win Christmas again. She’ll enjoy her gifts and she’ll present me with several that are perfect.
Maybe that’s where I get my drive to find the perfect gift, from her. And maybe that’s why I’ll never beat her at that game.
— Chance Hoener is a staff writer for the Morning Sun. He can be emailed at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow him on Twitter @ReporterChance.