As we head into the summer months and the sun finally peaks out and we start to forget about the intense Canadian winter we had, I remember the gifts I received at Christmas. No, I’m not reminiscing about my amazing Boy Meets World Complete Series (although that is a highlight for sure). Some gifts have no real significance attached to them and some have all the significance in the world.
My parents were about my age in the 70s. This is something I don’t often forget as I am ever so thankful for the exceptional music education I received from them. Yes, I sometimes think I was born in the wrong decade when I utter things like, “They just don’t make music like that anymore!” An eclectic musical taste was about the extent of anything they’d passed on to us kids from the 70s. They hadn’t passed along any pieces of furniture or weird clothes and from the glimpses of old suit bags in their closet, I was fine with that. :) But as I rifled through my mother’s jewellery box I spotted the most beautiful sterling silver ring with a turquoise stone in the middle. I put it on, admiring how well it fit, and my mother said, “You really like that?” She made me chuckle at how surprised she was that I liked something of hers from so many years ago and that I liked it enough to want to wear it all the time. It’s still on my finger.
Another gift my parents gave to me over the holidays was their stand up mixer they got when they were first married. This mixer had made many a grand batch of chocolate chip cookies and the most delicious brown bread you will ever taste. My mother recently had to purchase a new mixer as one of her attachments that was surely made decades ago didn’t survive an unexpected trip through the dishwasher. So she had this perfectly good, well-used mixer with only two attachments left and decided to give it to me. I was thrilled. (My first attempt at baking bread without a mixer proved to be a rather dense experiment.) As part of the present, my mother also wrote out a few of my favorites recipes which included instructions on making the bread “doughy” in the middle since she knows that’s the way I like it. She’s awesome.
My parents not only know me as a lover of vintage jewellery and making delicious baked goods; but they also knew that I would appreciate the sentiment of their gifts. I think I can give kudos to good parenting for that one. My family is hilarious and we love spending time with each other. We’re not perfect and my parents didn’t use some special formula to get us to love them even into our adulthood. They just loved us. Whether it was through hugs, gifts, words, lending us the car, or by being selfless examples; they loved through it all. There are a few things I want to pass along to my own eventual children; the love and grace I see in my parents and maybe one day, my own old, scratched up mixer.