The WordPress Post-a-Day topic for April 2 was:
What is the best gift you’ve ever received?
Bonus: what is the worst gift you’ve ever received?
I know a number of adoptive families who would say that their children are the best gifts they’ve received. I have a problem thinking of a child as a gift, though. According to dictionary.com, a gift is:
1. something given voluntarily without payment in return, as to show favor toward someone, honor an occasion, or make a gesture of assistance; present.
3. something bestowed or acquired without any particular effort by the recipient or without its being earned
Did S give us Jack voluntarily? Yes. Without payment in return? Eh… we paid 2 months of her rent and a few sundries for her hospital stay. I don’t think that counts as payment in return, but there are some who would disagree with me. Was Jack given to us to show us favor? I suppose you’d have to ask S that. Was he given to us to honor an occasion? No. Was he a gesture of assistance? You could probably make the case that he assisted us in creating a family. Was he bestowed upon us without any particular effort on our part? Hahahahaha. No.
To me, you say “gift” and I think a thing. An item. I’d almost say something that isn’t alive, but I think a plant can be a gift. I even have trouble thinking of my cats as gifts. (Of course, none of my cats were given to me as gifts, ever, so if I found one wrapped under the tree on Christmas morning, I might feel differently.)
Jack is an amazing little man. Calling him a “gift” somehow diminishes him, I think. It reduces him to being a thing. A trinket to display.
So, no, Jack wasn’t the best gift I’ve ever received. Max and I have been blessed by his very being. He continues to be a source of inspiration, frustration, happiness, consternation, and wonder. He’s far more than a gift.
What is the best gift I’ve ever received? Probably the drawing of Brainiac 5 and Andromeda from the Legion of Superheroes, commissioned by Max from the artists of said series, Jeff Moy and WC Carani.
As for the worst gift… the first one that comes to mind is a book of Hawaiian ghost stories. I don’t like creepy books, and I was hoping for some seashells or a colorful piece of clothing.