The second I walked in the door after a long day at work, she leapt to her feet.
“Look what I found you at P discount! I thought you’d like it, they had all kinds but I just got you the one, just in case!”
Little did she know that I happen to adore Sahale Snacks, but don’t have them often due to a. price, and b. the fact that they’re so hard to find.
But this doesn’t have anything to do with the actual almonds that my mom gifted to me.
This has to do with the thought behind it. Her excitement was so contagious…and yet, she was giving me something, not the other way around.
Not quite. The fact is, it really is the thought that matters most.
It’s funny to think back to when we’re kids. Holidays are all about getting, right?! And it’s funny how much I’m all about the giving now. I think I enjoy finding little ways to show people just how much I appreciate them more than anything.
In fact, I think it’s the little things that speak louder than any sort of monetary gift.
Lately, I’m all about showing people I care. I feel I just can’t think of enough ways to show how grateful I am…of my mom, of the place I work, of A, who takes care of my horse night and day. It’s like an inferiority complex pops up in that little head of mine.
And then I remember back to the night with the almonds. I just found it too gosh darn sweet that she thought of me – all monetary gifts aside.
“Who bakes people scones? They’re probably not good enough. Why didn’t you just bake something normal?!”
And then I shushed that voice in my head.
Because it’s the thought that counts. I mean, really…no one’s going to see someone at their door step greeting them with scones and think, “why scones?” They’re going to see the thoughtfulness in the small gift…not the actual gift.
Go try it. See how it feels. You’ll probably become addicted to the gift of giving, even.
What’s the nicest thing somebody’s done for you lately, and the nicest thing you’ve done for somebody?
[note: I baked Banana-Date Scones from Veganomicon. If you still haven’t bought the book even after all of my persistance, you can find the recipe here. They are quite good, and made a wonderful car air-freshener as I transported them still-warm to the barn. I do, however, consider them “muffins dressed up as scones,” rather than scones.]