We get presents for Christmas and Valentine’s Day and Easter and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and so on…….
But birthdays are the most important…….they are our own day….individually ours, at least in our own circle of life……unless, like my husband, your birthday fell on your mother’s too.
Even those of us who don’t count birthdays, secretly wait for the acknowledgement from loved ones that this day, indeed, matters. Whether five, or fifty, or one hundred years in time…..this day brought someone’s energy to the earth that hadn’t existed in this exact configuration before. We all hope in our hearts that our energy matters, made a difference…..
So presents matter….not the cost, but the thought placed within them.
Which brings me to a particular day in a Tupelo Hardware store in 1946. It was January 8th; an eleven year old boy walked in with his mother. He asked for two things for his birthday……either a rifle or a bike.
His mother handed him a guitar…..it cost $6.95.
That boy was Elvis……I guess we all know how much that present mattered.
Namaste,
Shirl
