Today is my mother’s birthday. She’s a hard woman to buy gifts for. Every year, in the weeks and months leading up to her birthday, I start pondering the possibilities. But I always wind up feeling like Mama has been short-changed. The problem is, what possible gift do you give to someone who is herself one of the most precious gifts God ever gave to the world?
In the end, the gifts don’t matter. They are transitory things. What matters the most to Mama is the love that is behind the gift. She appreciates nick-nacks, figurines, wall plaques and t-shirts, and is genuinely humbled by larger gifts such as computers and karaoke machines, but so generous is her heart and spirit that a scrap of paper with a few scribbled but heartfelt words become her truly treasured possessions.