I have an aunt that sends out birthday cards for everyone’s birthday. I know it’s not unusual, but I have always been amazed. My mom’s side of the family has at least 25 people and she always remembers. The cards always arrive on or before our birthday and they are always the funniest of all the cards at hallmark. If they should by chance be late. They are always those quippy late cards that you know she spent time picking out.
Someone else I know has a gift with words. I have known her for 4 years and some how it feels like I have known her forever. She writes with such passion, and in a way that it almost feels like you are having a conversation with her. I sit in anticipation as I wait for her notes, because happy or sad, they always make my day better.
Then there’s my mom, who simply listens. It doesn’t matter the topic, and it doesn’t matter the time. She doesn’t always know the answer, often she doesn’t know the answer but she listens none the less.
I think that we all get so wrapped up in what we can do to make a difference. We think that we have to move mountains, change the course of rivers, and make the sky open up and rain down greatness.
I think that we severely underestimate ourselves; anything can be a valuable gift. Maybe it’s our extensive knowledge of the latest celebrity gossip, or the way that always remember to buy something in our friends favorite color, or maybe it’s just the fact that we are always flashing a smile. Sometimes it’s the simplest of gifts that mean the most.