The priceless gift….

coast-head-shot1When you are a kid, gifts are your reason for living.  One of my favorite presents EVER was going to Lionel Playworld with my parents on Christmas Eve, and being told I could choose a giant metal swing-set for our backyard.   I remember I couldn’t decide between the slide combo, or the monkey bars addition.  My head nearly burst with excitement when I spotted the delivery truck heading up our tree-lined street.swing 2

Later (once I met my beau) the gifts got smaller, but pricier.  Ultra deluxe meals, designer duds, plane tickets to Paris, tiny blue Tiffany boxes bearing  jaw-dropping jewels… all delightful and absolutely box

These days, the only gift I truly yearn for is silence and un-interrupted sleep; precious time away from the suffocating noise of everyday life.  My husband needn’t pick up a catalog, or spend wads of Benjamins, forget the fancy wrapping paper, and save a tree by skipping the sappy card.  The best gift is the following sentence:

 “Hon, you deserve a weekend off.  I’m planning a father/son trip to get out of your hair and let you relax.”

 48 hours later I end up missing them terribly, but when they return, I am renewed and ready to rejoin the madness.  Ah, best gift of all.

 The return makes one love the farewell – Alfred De Musset

3 Replies to “The priceless gift….”

  1. I have a friend who has three boys, and every year for her birthday, she asks to be alone in the house until dinnertime – she drinks in the silence, napping and reading and rejuvenating, and then when her family returns, she’s thrilled to see them.

  2. A few years ago husband and I realized time is the best gift. Either time on our own or planning time together. A gift of “I’ll make dinner” or a walk on the beach can be as valuable as any physical item.

  3. Aw. My sweetheart took the kids to visit his mom for a long weekend earlier this year, so I could write uninterrupted. I agree with you, that’s a big treat. (And the homecoming is sweet too 🙂

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