I remember when I was in middle school, I never looked forward to the holidays. The holidays meant Christmas presents and everyone at school would arrive in new Adidas or Juicy Couture jumpsuits, boasting about all of the gifts they were showered with. My parents were working class immigrants and – even if they could scrape money for gifts – they wouldn’t even know what was trending or what a name brand was. I usually got hand me downs or weird leopard print clothes that were way too large to sport. My classmates thought I was a tomboy. Mmm no, I just had an older brother instead of a sister.
Fast forward to college. I finally matured and realized that it isn’t the material things in life that are important. It’s the memories created and the time we spend helping others that matter most.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d be lying if I said I hated gifts and never want one ever again. I especially love gifts that show someone put real thought into the purchase and ‘gets’ me.