Well, it’s almost Christmas and it’s the gift-giving season! Many will be pondering exactly what would be the perfect gift. They will make their purchases and scurry home to wrap them and place them under the tree. This gift-giving season has me thinking about something that I need to get off my chest.
Lots of times, those of us who are a bit older, we get together and talk about what we got right in our relationships, in our parenting styles, etc. We talk about how we were stricter with our discipline, we routinely put others first, had family dinners, blah, blah, blah. Well, let me tell you, there is something young mothers routinely practice that I envy to no end. I can’t stop thinking about it. Really, I am obsessed with it. But when I think about it, I feel incredibly stupid and I feel like I was robbed! Since it’s bothering me I thought I would just put it out there, ask the question and see if something is wrong with me. Ok, here goes: Just because my son is over 30, is it too late for me to get a push gift? I mean, is there an expiration date on them?
I don’t know who came up with the push gift, but I love it. You carry a whole human being in your belly for nine months, endure morning sickness, back pains, indigestion and wild mood swings but in the end you get a really nice gift that says, I appreciate all the sacrifices you have made to bring this being into the world. If ever there was a time for a gift I think that’s it.
When my son was born women thought bringing the little bundle of joy home was the complete gift. Don’t get me wrong, of course kids are the best gift, but I think their entry into the world is made even sweeter if it’s accompanied by some nice jewelry, a trip to a spa or a luxury vacation. A push gift would have been remembered fondly when they grew up into teenagers who locked themselves in their rooms and responded to parents in ways that let us know they would rather be anywhere else than with us. My generation of women thought we were so smart. We were smug even. Turns out, we had no idea what we signed up for. Walking around, enduring hours of labor pains and all we got was “Congratulations”. Now, for all of you moms with kids the age of mine, do not, I repeat do not, write and tell me you got a push gift back in the day. I can’t take it!
